is the act of colliding my ego
against social expectation.
Whichever is most brittle
determines how awkward I feel
when I walk away.
I simply imagine the outcome through
just long enough for others to leave
for some other,
If I can experience abandonment
before there’s even a salutation
I meet with it less violently
even if more frequently.
I’d rather be on the wrong side of a good event
than under the spotlight of catastrophe.
Those who stretch out their neck
They’ve finally gone.
Just one more semester left
of hiding behind my glasses.