Well-intentioned stranger
Eyeing me limp through HEB
Why would you ask
If I stepped on a nail?
How do you know

I will be
Forever in debt
To my mother
Any gift
Would come up short

When we are young we strive
to be cool with our clothes
and the way we move
and our friends with swag
as adults though our friends be co

You must commit
To an outfit
Where are you going?
In sporty yoga pants
Athletic top

Left on a leash
Is no way to live
He disappeared
I like to imagine
He’s running in a field

Beautiful legs
The right shape and curve
Olive color without the green
That tans and doesn’t burn
Until you see

The news hit me
Like a punch in the gut
I threw up two times
From the pain
Knowing that I

To be genius means
To not follow the rules
You don’t have to
I wish to be smart
But not self-important

How can I write how I feel
When what I feel is nothing?
How can I tell you what I need,
What is wrong?
When what is wrong

Traffic
Irritation becomes a nightmare
As the lines start to squiggle
Bending in and out
And the world starts its attack