(outside)

there’s nothing like

an inside joke

to make you feel

like an outsider

 

and often

if people explain them

it only serves

to isolate me more

 

to remind me

of pop culture

i wasn’t there for

 

of shows

i didn’t grow up

watching

 

of all the pointless things

i missed

 

of all the tests

i’ll never pass

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i’ve come to realise

that my kindness

is like a little flower

and some people

tread on it

carelessly

 

and other people

pluck it out

and put it

in their hair

using it

to make them pretty

 

and it can do nothing

for it is a little flower

 

my little flower

called kindness

 

 

emphasis

wake me up

reach for me

 

touch me till i’m pliable

 

hand around my waist

the weight of it

makes me shy to ask

so i wait

while you hold me

held-breath

 

the want in me

like sinew in muscle

(twitching, ready)

like gravity

(bike downhill)

like emphasis

(blackened text)

 

so

wrap your arm

around my waist

and

sort me out