Toss-off Poem #121: What Kind of Weirdo I am

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Today on my run I passed
a woman on the salted hill
(she was coming up, I was coming down) and she said Hi,
like a normal human,
and I said
THE SUN IS GOOD, ISN’T IT
I LOVE THE SUN
and her smile got stuck
and she ducked her head to walk faster.

My God! What is wrong
with me? I think I know:
Sometimes the sun
fills me up too much
to be human and I charge
around the kingdom, shouting
dumb truths,
the truest truths.

My ears burned as I ran away

from the woman, not only because

I was embarrassed, but

because I was greedy

to hear what would come out

of me next.