Snagged

Sun, 03/20/2016 - 23:31 -- Zaver

Location

60652
United States

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Adjust my bow tie.
Put on a façade of fanciness.
I love the Met.
Or is it Carnegie?
Kimmel Center?
Honestly can't tell
Sounds the same to me.

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Cracked sidewalks.
Camden maybe?
Strutting down the block.
Or is it swagging down?
And why are my pants so low?

 

I Feel

Empowered.

 

I Feel

Energized.

 

But not my tempo.

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Light breeze brushes my face.
Swaying side to side.
Sitting on a hill.
Under stars.

Alone.

 

But...

 

Never alone.

 

I Feel

Happy.

 

I Feel

Truly happy.

 

 

 

happy.

 

 

 

POP

Damn.
Not again.
I should really stop moving around.
Headphones
always get snagged
on the door handle.

This poem is about: 
Me

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