(by Billy Collins)
You know the parlor trick,
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you have never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and screwy grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you really tight.
P.s.- It was Melissa who suggested me to read Billy Collins and yes, I’m absolutely loving him. This has come out to be one of my most favorite poems.