they’repsychoanalyzing my pride. I’m ignoring the obviousa war vet with ear plugs on the fourth of julyyou’re that pyrotechnic glow on my mindthis memoir a token of antisocial expressionour vermillion bond, was anecdotal at bestdemoralizing. you’ll only ever see it as a victimless crimesiphoning bits and pieces of our symphony’s chimesitting in my oval office with petitions to signwrithing in, inconsistency, not filling in shoes fit to sizeconcealing true entities. revealing my shrinethe answers rhetorical, when i ask who am i?enough of the superstition. my existential crisisto feel like i kiss your iris, everytime i think your eyelids