An Un-Swung Axe — Summary

it's not your fault lindo that i flinch every time you suddenly turn around or that my hands shake every time i try to touch your face or that i sob brokenly every time i can't bring myself to do it. it's mine. i'm just such a fucking mess who's stuck in the past and i'm sorry you have to deal with that.

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The speaker is talking to someone they care about, called Lindo, and taking all the blame for how they react around them. They flinch when Lindo turns around suddenly, their hands shake when they try to touch Lindo's face, and they cry when they can't go through with it. The poem suggests these reactions come from something that happened earlier, since the speaker calls themselves "stuck in the past," though it never says what that was.

What stands out is the mix of tenderness and shame. The speaker wants closeness, as the wish to touch Lindo's face shows, but their body won't allow it. Instead of being angry at themselves for the trauma, they apologize to Lindo for having to "deal with" it. The plain, lowercase, run-on style feels raw and unpolished, like a confession said in a rush. The mood is sad, exposed, and quietly loving, with a heavy sense of guilt that the speaker may not really deserve.

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