The fat and otherwise arrive at adolescence,
Boys with sweaty palms are justly incensed.
But when the get well cards, the birthday cards,
The condolence cards and other missives
Make their way through the office
Each and everyone one of us regret
How little we know the intended.
There are more stars
Massive as the nearby,
I swear.
Jeff Blackman is a poet and research analyst. His most recent mini-chapbook, Back to My Old Self, was published with Odourless Press last year. Poems of his have also appeared recently in Burner, Nod and Soliloquies. He contributed to data analysis on the Ontario Ministry of Health and Long-term Care's five-year review of Community Treatment Orders - Google it!
