Poem Number 23078

back and front

i get up
and stretch
in the kitchen

my back faces you
but i think your eyes
were on the television

my arms contort
the hands of a clock
turning widdershins

i think that
from behind
i am perfect

the contours
of my waist, hips
a flawless ogive

in your eyes
from behind
i am perfect

though i
do not want
to turn around

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I personally think there is a lot more going on in this poem than my simple mind can decipher or comprehend. I really like the third stanza "my arms contort/the hands of a clock/ turning widdershins", great work here. -Jesse
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great piece! one way "to make" flaws "disappear" ... Drm
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Again, this meets the criteria of "imply", rather than bluntly state. I think I know why subject does not want to turn around.
sg
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I think the poet lacks confidence in themselves. He's also trying to block out the negative vibe he might feel if he faces his audience.
This seems to be the way he handles the cituation. Miss K
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miss k: far be it for me to disabuse you from your interpretation, but not quite. the poet is female, by the way.
sg: i'd be curious to know what you think.