A Little Poem Written in the Midst of a Crowd

yes, perhaps my shyness is
an exhibitionist, flashing the
outlines of my neurosis from
beneath thick overcoats of forced
conversation,
scaring children with the grotesque
contours of my avoidances.

but had there been nothing to show,
it would be me hiding behind a
grandmother’s aim or ducking
into the safety of extroverted
alleys.

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