everyone loves me and thinks
i'm talented and charming and beautiful
and amazing
and i feel like used gum
stuck to the dirty greasy pavement
like one of these dark gray clouds
cluttering the april landscape
like diarrhea, not just shit
like a broken wine glass
like a forgotten old holey sock
- an odd one -
in the back of a drawer
i wish today had a delete key for me to punch
i woke up crying and wishing
to go back to bed
to go to bed in prague or fiji
somewhere far away
where no one who knows me will find me
i feel naked and blotchy and bumpy
i feel like a leper
i feel discarded
i feel surrounded
crowded and hounded
and i feel alone