It takes a long time to make love
with someone who hates themselves.
It feels like I've been standing here
for exactly that long when, at last,
the rain outside drops off
and takes everyone in the rest area with it
except for me, and the Information Man.
If we were created in God's image
then when God was a child
He smushed fire ants with His finger tips
and avoided tough questions.
There are ways around being the go-to person,
even for ourselves,
but tonight Im going to get the answer
and you know what Im talking about,
So I put my best foot forward
and take the kind of deep breath
that gives me away
as someone who deals with anxiety
and odd numbers
other every minute.
In between it,
the Information Man's eyes grab me
back and forth,
like mopping floors
with the sweat I sweat
in battles against myself.
He's got me locked in and is smiling.
“When you are describing A shape, or sound, or tint; Don't state the matter plainly, But put it in a hint; And learn to look at all things With a sort of mental squint”