(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.