Jaymee Thomas Poet Free verse

how to curate a stalker

  first things first 
         this is not
  for everyone you have  
          to have 
          quite a belly to 
          stomach it if you catch
               the drift of them 
               then it gets 
               tough      to let go

   second things first be
                              authentic 
                              and that means 
                              all of you 
                                           but only in pieces 
    that cannot be fitted
    back together, 
                        like an eye
                             & hook, too 
                                 dangersome
                             a game for mice 
                             and then 
   you can never tell 
how
  it all started 
                             a slicing-edge    away from
where you had even in-
  tended to begin with this
                                     mess

  third things first you do, you 
             need a yes-yes-yes man
  to temper the sensation of
when you see yourself 
                     as a single blade of truth 
     in one single minute 
we shared 
      reflected back 
         over a single order of 
         magnitude
what would it 
                  have been 
  like if I had 
  lifted my hem 
                  further exposing 
          my Victorian
                         anklet?

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Daniel Henry Rodgers January 18, 2024 at 2:56 PM Jaymee, I loved your poem. I have 3 daughters and now three granddaughters. I really liked your poem as it navigates through an intriguing exploration of a complex dynamic. The unconventional structure and enigmatic narrative draw the reader into a compelling and slightly unsettling realm. The words echo with a sense of mystery, leaving one to ponder the enigma of human connections and the consequences of unveiling fragments of oneself. - Blessings, Daniel