2 may

awkward is enough

but near mistakes are always louder

and I cringe into myself

willing escape into invisibility

exiting adolescence provides no relief

When I Grow Up I Will—

                                                —still be waiting

for smooth caramel grace

lazy ease of an afternoon

the right words skin clothes

let me tell you — don’t mind if —

                (and no one ever would)

but really, yes, really —

                trip again, again, drop

I’m sorry — I didn’t catch —

                                                                — on

                               

still (off)