my mind fumbles
over the simplest
of subjects,
making small talk
incredibly
cringe-worthy,
forming small
unpredictable
phrases to keep
up appearances
soon becomes
impossible,
no one can know
my secret,
i rehearse a few
little interactions,
when they’re gone,
i’m done
glb /// “i’m done”
originally published 11/14/2014
going sideways 