Weirdo Magnet

Posted on Jul 21, 2017 in Poetry
The handsome men.
Never see me.
There was always someone with longer legs
sunnier hair
more come hither-i-ness
that would flint their interests.


But the odd ducks flock to me.  Encircling me like fanboys.
How is that?
Do they intuit I am lame
at heart, little shy, as much an outsider,
as they?


Maybe I secrete a humanity musk,
little nerdy radars sensing my spoor.


I would be kind.
They would be grateful.


Here’s to all the weirdos,
we are sui generis


and fuck those handsome men.

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