When You Do Somehing Right

There’s a broken bottle by the sidewalk

and it’s inviting me to clean.

The edges rage against my hands

like they wanted to be open,

like the blood in my veins

just needed a little air,

like it was feeling a little blue

and needed something

to make it blush.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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