Smooth

10.8.2017

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smooth poem

I try to smooth the rough racks in relationships

To iron out the creases in my clothes

Flatten the bumps in the cushions and couch cover

Watched my mother grandmother aunt

smoothing, smoothing, smoothing

Consoling, calming and softening

Tidying up, straightening out, sweeping up

Explaining and intervening to cool down

A fight

I try to smooth but inside it’s rough

An elusive fear, a self-fulfilled prophecy

Irritation, supressed, resurfaces in anger

Explodes, fizzes in my ears and eyes

No softness or coolness inside

But what serenity outside, what tranquility

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