I am not a straight line
I am crooked
I am curved
I am queer
Please, do not try to measure me
Please, do not waste your energy
On such a tiny being such as I
I do not fit, I know I do not fit
It isn't worth your time --
(Nor mine, yet still I try) --
To find a place, a spot for me
I am but a dot on a blade of grass
In acres and acres of field
Do not bother --
Do not waste your time with me
I am not anything the future will see.
The new year came in,
with bursts of light across the city scape,
like a flock of birds rising
from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.
We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks
and cheer,
I found a ring I thought I’d lost
in the bottom of my bag.
I haven’t seen it since last spring —
It’s funny, isn’t it?
All these months,
I thought it gone,
all this time, I’ve just been
carrying it.
Don’t.
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know what I mean?
Don’t you know what I mean when I say
something isn’t right something isn’t right something isn’t right
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