I finally ate my book
and cried at the end of my salad.
If this is what I sound like,
then I prefer apathy’s ballad.
Smiled an oversized sweater;
made a by-product of self-esteem.
I’m not what I do but I’ll
settle for whatever it is I seem.
So I threatened my dentist:
“Will you stop following me around?”
I nodded to my stalker
though he expected me to be loud.
Convinced myself someone was watching,
even if that “someone” was me.
Even I don’t get the things I do
or what those very things mean.