Not a team player
It’s like high school again.
I’m still out of it.
With stains on my clothes
and hair in my eyes,
dragging my big brain like a snail’s
shell.
I never wanted to date the pep squad.
Why don’t they leave me alone?
But now at least
I know
I scare them
as much as they scare me.
Gold Skirt, Haight
Street