How grand it is to be excited
seeing another poet in this city,
knowing we are artistic kin
family that lets what’s within
flow out and come back in again.

I move up, certain we will be friends.
She speaks grand versus
and I stand in awe
waiting alone as always.
She stops. I move to intercept,
smile to engage.

But I must be some 2d
creature
cause she walks away
with so much ease
leaving me so displeased.

I thought we could be friends.
How stupid of me.
Now, I return to my pathetic poetry
as she heads happily away from
this paper thin poetic reality.