Liz
Sitting on the patio with my friend Liz,
who happens to have a long tail
and eats insects,
I realize her life circumvents etiquette.
As if on cue she turns away,
leaving me mid sentence.
To alleviate feelings of insignificance
I invent an elaborate cover story
for her insolence.
Perhaps she heard or saw something,
this Lilliputian friend of mine.
In my self-absorbed narcissistic world
her audacity astounded me!
The excuse I used to talk aloud,
alleviating loneliness,
had just slithered away
without a second glance.
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoesiaI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
