I let my guard down
The rug gets pulled
It’s my own damn fault
Is what I’m told
I’m the one
who makes it bad
by reacting to words
and tones and gaffes
as if they all have specific meanings
and definitions and leanings
and aren’t just random
sites and sounds
Let it be for awhile
this is what I’ve found
given time and space
I’ll come around
and then
forget all about it
’til it catches me
again
while I’m looking the other way
later on,
another day