I have followed you all in here and now I don’t know what to do with my hands.

{wallflower warblings} 

Cocktail hour has begun at sun 
-set and I have yet to say a word. 

The introvert in me just wants to 
flee but the exit’s far and my 

RSVP said yes. (Oh, why did I say 
yes?) So I guess I’ll just stand over 

here holding up this wall, make 
sure it doesn’t fall while you all 

drink and laugh and pass the dusk 
busking away. Could someone at 

least offer me a cocktail to hold or 
a napkin to fold into an origami 

poem? I know I’m awkward as hell 
and maybe you can’t tell but I’m 

really kind of glad to be here (maybe). 
I just wish this skirt had pockets. 

PAD, day 29.

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