half awake

By Julie Heany

the moment I knew the world is jigsaw jointed 

with tough elbows and funny bones 

angular and awkward,

the moment I knew I ripened into an atmosphere 

of gawky teenager,

of hormonal tectonic plates and ‘it’s not a phase’ leaders,

the moment I knew the world in which I budded is

half grown, half baked, half assed

I was half awake

rooted in my childhood bed

claws digging at shoulder skin

back tombstone straight