Am I socially awkward?
Or am I observant?
Calculated even?
Putting worth into each, pause, "um", "like", pause again, hand gesture, smile, lack of smile, eyebrow raise, and any glance not toward my being during conversation for a duration longer than five seconds
Taking this worth and submitting it to an algorithm to decode temperament, interest and respect
And if said worth equates to a value lower than myself esteem I feel
Betrayed
Lonely
Abandoned
In that moment of eternity
That's not awkwardness
That, is purgatory
.........
Awk-ward
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