I catch myself muttering to myself in heated conversation
tossing my head angrily in reaction to some imagined conflict
and the nice girl passing by asks me if I’m okay
probably because I’m old now, possibly seem deranged
and I want to tell her my head’s all backed up
because I haven’t been able to write lately, words
and debates and screams in general haven’t been let out
the way they should, this is what happens when I can’t write
I want to tell her, but then I’d have to explain what I write
what it means, whether it’s something I’m serious about
or if I’m just self-important and delusional
it’s easier to let her think I’m crazy instead.
