It's chilly/overcast the street is empty: wednesday 215pm everyone is at school or at work This is when I thrive.
No worrying what each car is thinking of me as they drive by the urge to check the backs of my shoes in case I've stepped in something is diminished. "Whatismyhairdoingarethesepantstootight? These pants are too tight. Hide your cigarette so they won't see. Am i walking in a straight line? Should i be on this side of the road or the other There's no sidewalk I don't know.
Someone I know Someone I ****** Will inevitably drive by Pity me 'That's her isn't it? Why is she walking by herself in the cold? She doesn't have a car? Pathetic. She can afford to buy cigarettes at ten bucks a pack? Irresponsible.'" Head held high walking down an empty street Useless.
I feel the heat still radiating from newly-parked cars Small and fleeting moments of relief Akin to meeting eyes with an attractive stranger on the street Making whatever this is Easier to bear
not sure about this one. not much of a poem but i felt obligated to post it seeing as been so long and also it's the most i've been able to wring-outΒ Β for the last week or so. written while sitting across from a stinky cat lady. her paintings were nice.