Every Day

 

I spend time every day

Nursing, rehearsing, rebirthing myself

To become a fit human being

For this planet

 

Meanwhile

Everything I see

Leads me to believe

that I should cram myself

into a package

into which I cannot fit

 

It makes me wonder

what is wrong with me…

Is it my geography

my genealogy

or my off kilter mentality

that makes people look at me

in a way that tells me to flee

while dueling banjos begin to sing?

 

 

 

August 22, 2003