Everything I did was viewed through the lens of a sophisticated world traveler.
From how I got on the bus,
and checking my intuition of how to stand while it moved,
seeing how I engaged in conversation with strangers,
scanning the clothes I've curated,
and gladly noting how little I seemed to care about them,
marking tallies when I regarded Americans as ignorant,
to scoping my bookshelf for his preferences,
to prying my music taste,
and my body.
I get on the bus per usual,
wide stance to balance the stop-and-go motions,
I tell people have a nice day and make small talk about most everything especially the weather,
my collection of clothes is a museum themselves,
I care and tend to each piece carefully,
I think American's are double edged swords,
are all full of volumes
unreachable by those who try to see me through
their narrow monocular of refined tastes.
This poem is for my friends, myself, and anyone who has dated someone pretentious.
Don't suffocate yourself with your own point of view.