poetry by me: introvert


let me stand on the edge of the room,
back to the wall, door close at hand.
if you want me to talk, bring yourself--
no, only you. not four or more
people i scarce know the names of.
i can't do that--i've told you before,
but maybe you couldn't hear over the crowd
so i'll say it again:
don't take me to crowded bars, the
hot spots where the young things are,
and so on, so forth, et cetera.
you might think it best that a fish
survive out of water,
but it will drown on dry land
just the same.
well, i occasionally feel like this, but usually only because of something unavoidable, like weddings or graduations. so, not self-descriptive or autobiographical or whatever.

i'll still take the hugs quite happily, though. *hugs back*