Monday, February 17, 2020

Five Foot Nine. By Ian Lewis Copestick


When I was 16 years old and
first got arrested by the police.
They measured me, and I
was 5' 11 3/4 ". I was slightly
disappointed to be under
six feet. My dad was 6' 2", and
I wanted to be at least as tall
as him.
Yesterday, I had to go to the
hospital
for a scan. As the guy weighed and
measured me, he said " Five foot
nine, that's about right." I was
insulted.
I know it's stupid, and doesn't mean
a thing.
But I don't want to have nearly 3 inches
knocked off any part of my body.
Except, maybe my waist.




Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Charged By April Ridge

How do you ground the notion of love? First you connect two to three hearts with battery wires, ensuring they are fastened tight enough to z...