Shame’s Wet Spot
A poem about childhood regression
You might know me
I was the shameful kid
standing in the middle of the room,
fearing a reprimand,
after another nightly regression
Was it really my fault?
Did I drink too much last night?
Am I lazy or was the wet spot born out of frustration
Embarrassment always leads
to remorse —
it seemed to happen that way
whenever I fell into a…