FEELINGS: The Outsider

 

 

 

THE OUTSIDER

 

I am a snob you see,

or do you?

I have a shell no one invades,

painted with swanky smiles,

engulfing yawwwwwwwwns,

sticky eyebrows,

capped teeth. 

It is mine until I decide

to let it go,

but never for long.

Will you be around then?

I would so much want you

to meet me,

naked.

Please do,

and I will cry

on your shoulder

until the phone rings.

Please do.

  Please do.  

 

 

Beth Good--1972