Shout out to Gold Lion Arts' Poetry Greenhouse!
So as not to
tread on your toes,
So that you
cannot tread on mine,
I build a
ten foot fence
Around my
box,
Where I keep
my distractions.
Anything to
not feel
Or connect.
Let me be
your other
I will make
your pancakes
And your
decisions.
I want to be
needed by the needy unwanted.
Read me the
map
And I’ll
drive.
