I Am

I.


I am xenophobic. Don’t touch me stranger.

Don’t mess with me broccoli.

That’s right, stay back.


I am plastic bag. Pliant, cut-able, usable.

I fly. That’s right, on windy days. I

Soar.


I am sexual. I touch you here.

What? Don’t touch you there? You

Know you want me to. Fuck.


I am introvert. I scribble in my

Diary. Perfect, calm. No one’s here.

I rip. I burn the page, just in case.


I am religious. Hold that Bible.

Read it. Read it carefully,

Like you mean it. Fold my hands.


I am gentleman. Hold the lady’s

Hand. Open the door. You’re

Welcome.


I am studious. Bright sharp

Slick foxy. You like my

Pedantry? Good, I like it too.


I am fixable. Here, pass me the

Wrench. Turn my cogs the right

Way. You don’t believe me? You shouldn’t.


II.


I admire new. I just don’t like

Strange. Creeping things. Walking

In the dark. Red eyes.


Plastic bags. What are they good for,

You ask? Putting in granola wrappers,

Eraser shavings, masturbation tissues.


I like the part in the movie

Where the guy finally wins

The girl’s heart. Sexy.



You know what I’m talking

About. Oh, don’t blush! I’m sorry.

I didn’t mean it that way.


I chant. Meditate on good

News. News that strengthens my brittle

Bones. Unstable thoughts, my bad.


I greatly appreciate it.

Please don’t flatter me. Me, kind?

Well, I like the thought of that.


Invention means progress.

Everyday I grow bigger brains,

A better mind. A brighter bulb.


Reform? Me. Why the fuck point

At me? I listened. I tried to look

Interested. No. Well, I guess I’m no good.


Daniel Moon
Age 16, Grade 11
Bard High School Early College
Gold Key

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