Grip – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

A free verse poem waits below. Enjoy.

Grip:

I feel like standing 
beneath scalding water
until I'm stripped 
to the bone

There's no shame
like trying to fit the mold
That’s the stuff that 
fucks with the soul,

the kind of thing 
that slowly dims the light
in your eyes and makes you
unrecognizable to your mother

So why is it so hard
to unclench the fist
when you already know 
the hand is empty?


-Brandon White