I keep wiggling
My toes and
Focussing on
How the fabric
Of my socks
Feels against
My skin.
I get by with
Grand gestures
And some sort
Of wit.
Avoiding
Does not mean
Solving
The problem.
My socks don't match.
Neither do I.
I spilled paint
All over
My insides.
And it's made
A mess.
I keep thinking
It will be
Better
To clean it up
Alone.
I keep holding
People at
Arms length.
But I am
Trying to
Hold them
Nonetheless.
I can feel
My fingers
Slipping.
I Can Feel It.