little things

meet

(4/8)poems from a notebook i just found from like five summers ago, lol... they suck

when people meet

they say hello

or something, i dont know

then after that, little thing is done

questions are asked

so they can get to know you

some of these are

whats your favorite color?

whats your name?

where are you from?

how are you today?

and i can not say

i do not have one with a name

i do not have one i would share

i do not like getting kidnapped, to be fair

the last one i shall let remain

• June, 2015