Be yourself.

My red and white mouse lost its tail

To the kitchen scissors.

Now it’s a bear.

Now its normal.

I’m normal.

 

Be yourself.

Rain pounds the windshield on the drive back from Homecoming.

He looks at me

With expecting eyes.

“I love you.”

I repeat it back

Like I’m supposed to.

Like I’m normal.

 

Be yourself.

I can’t find my dorm address.

I have to ask.

My feet carry me towards the desk.

My throat constricts.

My heart explodes.

It’s simple.

Just ask.

The words don’t come.

I walk past.

I’ll do it next time.

I’ll be normal.

 

Poetry

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