me and my (12/30)

when even my shadow is foreign...

when she speaks too quickly

in bright colors and pitch

nuance and rhythm which

i don't recognize. 

and she walks right on alone  

out of my comfort zone

into the steady traffic  

that is my rage.

did you know

that it came like this, too?

anger

so close you could  

touch her

if you only  

saw her coming.