Jul 2018
Overfilled stomachs, sick on fried food.
Too many people, all of them smiling
and having a grand time, oblivious.
Children begging for what they don’t need.
Mothers pushing strollers, with a glow
next to their husbands who stand tall.
So much noise, senseless chatter, laughter.
I sit alone at a picnic table, surrounded by strangers
the sun beats down on my pale skin, I nearly faint.
Too many people, all of them smiling
and having a grand time, oblivious.
Children begging for what they don’t need.
Mothers pushing strollers, with a glow
next to their husbands who stand tall.
So much noise, senseless chatter, laughter.
I sit alone at a picnic table, surrounded by strangers
the sun beats down on my pale skin, I nearly faint.
This is something I wrote after having a bad experience (due to my chronic illness) at the New York State Fair last year. I was feeling sick and nearly passing out, and around me everyone else was having fun and being carefree and I wished I could be like them.
