If you think this is about you, it is
Sitting there with your thoughts to yourself
your visions of this room, these people
each one a pawn in the game that circles around you
despite the fact that most have no idea they’re even playing
Let the liquor flow, and each drop will take you further
through new levels someone built just for you
but really for all these people around you
especially the one with the sliding gaze
that lingers on you just a moment too long
whenever they scan the crowded room—
a broken clock that’s right three times each day
the third when they finally look at you and mean it
This is my attempt at writing a poem that is about everyone and no one in particular. Felt a lot different from what I usually write.
Happy Leap Day!