How hard it is
to live with Ego.
Now that I’ve not only see his face
I’ve heard his voice
I’ve listened to his song–
he doesn’t need to sing any longer.
how do I tell the stomach below me
to stop clenching like a fist
as my sister is hit on at the bar,
three times I stand on, passerby
and boy number two reassuringly states,
“You’re okay, but she’s…”
Knowing your standards
and having them met by those around you
are two entirely different things.
I brush my teeth,
one tooth at a time
like a child
I take my time
to remember that time is not real
only “now” is “real”
how “real” is “I”?
I’ve learned I have to stop taking myself
when the term “myself,”
has already been exhausted by society;
no need for me to spin it round.
It plays games with Ego
spinning round like a top
at least I now know to slow down.
I need to slow down.
to slow down.
July 11, 2015