POEMS


Ten Lashes

You’re stupid…why don’t you shut up and listen?
Clean the wax out of your ears…you dummy…

Now battle fatigued…I’m gun shy

Does asking for directions suggest helplessness…or weakness?

If I ask how to get there, does that mean I’m not smart?

I’m still afraid if I ask how, or where…people will think…
I’m nerdy and dim

I have unusual anxiety when it comes to traveling to the unknown

I don’t like Mapquest directions…
Like bad parenting, they are often incorrect
I don’t like maps either…they seem written in a foreign language

Sometimes, I still get afraid of being late, getting lost…and being wrong…