I misread the cues
come to the table
without questioning
validity of invite;
fail to notice
bodies turned away,
eyes darting elsewhere
Only in retrospect
does the lens betray the lie –
carefully choreographed photos
declaring me irrelevant
Shame directs me
to poorly lit corners
finds me oversharing
with dubious partners
left exposed and violated
I don’t belong here;
part company too late;
never know how to save face
I move on
directionless,
but determined…
surely there is a place
will accept me
beyond tolerance…
somewhere safe…
But my compass is broken,
intentions haphazard –
impossible to replicate
that which is unknown;
such is the legacy
of the unwanted child.
(Image my own)