i ain’t one to waller. 
don’t really have the need
to tromp out a mudhole
made of filthy feelings
and flop down in it
for everyone to see. 
i have a hard time 

finding the big difference
between vulnerable and weak 
when i’m looking in the mirror. 
makes me feel plumb dirty, 
dragging out the past
and exposing all the parts of me
still soft from summer rains. 
water stands and lord knows
i ain’t sweet enough
to simply melt away.