Art Source: Ashley Percival
Went out last night— to a party.
Very brave of me, mingling and what not.
Talked with some, avoided others.
Stares morphed into quick look-aways.
Snap judgments were tiny darts.
Damn, always feeling what others blessedly miss.
Too damn sensitive-- true, I am.
How dare they? They don’t know me.
Shame on them.
I’m fantastic.
Tricia Schwaba 2022