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