In PassingA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
In Passing Average; every meaning of that word, I am not. Because it takes hours for me to leave the house. Complications with simple little things, like what earrings to wear, or what shoes go with this skirt. Befuddled. And If I ever get out the door. I’m going to run into THAT neighbor in the stairwell again. And he’s always smiling when he says hello, but not in a good way. In a, “I know what you really are!” way. And I look down at my feet when I pass. Because I don’t like looking him in the eye. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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