In this place of scene
and be seen,
of elbow brush
and deliberate blush,
I’m an out-of-place
stranger, unable
to mingle, awkward,
distinctive, words
all a jumble, croissant
all a crumble,
sunglasses askew,
lipstick smeared,
spit on my chin, mismatched socks
to designer shoes.
published on Medium
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