When your words drip with irritation,
And the it splatters on my “professional” dress
Your irritation continues
Crawling across the crazy pattern
Of muted brown, black, and white
Past the top of my knee,
Stinging past my waist, and my collar
Fluid, your annoyance
The warm pressure
Force pulsing on top of my vocal cords.
I want to tell you ma’am,
That I am a law student,
I write important documents for
Important people,
I want to tell you that I was able to eat chocolate cake-
made by a stranger,
And full of decadent calories,
even though ten years ago I didn’t want to eat at all.
I want to mention 17 surgeries, psychological chaos
But if I did you would still be angry because I was only on time.
In a world built on my
Building in extra time
I wish I could have been earlier,
Because you remind me of how little my successes mean otherwise.
And if I cry, I am more burdensome,
My empathy amid your anger,
Is my continuous life,
As you squeeze my heart blue
SickyBeat 