Bellyflop falls among dignity poems, a reflection on failing, pain, recovery and rescue.

Bellyflop – Dignity Poems

still the bellyflop kid, still needing rose salve and ice running into deepening wrinkles. Of plumpness, you get very little these days. I wonder what drives a scientist to spend ages formulating age-defying creams and whether he frowns while blending it smooth. Bellyflops burn at any age, the sniggering reddens you into a dog. But who’s worth rescuing, the old woman shouted outside the animal shelter the day we picked out a mutt.

Belly Flop – Dignity Poems