Poems: WHAT DID I EXPECT?

I did not expect a co-worker to flee this morning, spitting “I QUIT” at the one person who looked her in the eye.

But that's what I did.

I did not expect there to be a privileged, middle aged, empowered, underemployed, independent, lonely white woman sobbing at the McDonald’s.

But that's who I am.

I did not expect people’s brain chemistry to be such a confusing black hole of questioned motivations, reactions, decisions.

But, that's what I deal with.

Is this hypermanic Lori? Hypoglycemic Lori? Broken Lori. Get back to me when I’m not me anymore. Me is broken.

SIGH.

Well, I guess if I’m writing this, I am not broken YET.

I did not expect super heroes to have powers like NOT slapping people, and NOT getting wasted, instead of strength or flying.

But that's what I am...

A fucking super hero,. Up, up, and away I go, NOT slapping you. NOT getting drunk. NOT doing any harm. This is super hard.

Actually, I’m amazing at it. (Most of the time.)

I would expect to feel amazing,

But that shows what I know.

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