it's my party and i'll sneak off to write a poem about it if i want to
please don't get mad at
my socially inadequate
ways
i'll be the one who stays
on the periphery
conversing vicariously
in introverted analytical silence
allowing the cadence
of the chatter to flow
til i know
that my patient
wait for a vacant
space for a poignant
statement
is over and i'll shoot in
drop something astute in
just enough to make you think i'm contributing
and go back to being the one who lingers
on the fringes
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