I’m not
worried about
the
clothes you wear, the style of your hair, if you’re beyond repair
the
contents of your pockets or bag, whether you ride a bicycle, or a jag
if you wipe your nose with a dirty rag
It doesn’t
worry me if
you are fat, thin, overweight, with a double chin
like feeding the pigeons, are the subject of derision
lack precision, hate to make decisions
It doesn’t
matter whether you
can tell a wasp from a bee, are classified as gender
one of three
want to be reincarnated as a tree, are septuagenarian,
barbarian
vegetarian, love dorian
I don’t
care about
your makeup, what time you wake up, how you cure
hiccups
how many times you tripped up, slipped up
if you know the meaning of palimpsest, or consider
existence to be
your last test
BUT I MUST ADMIT I SOMETIMES WORRY ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE
THINKING
