I sat at a coffee shop
Ignoring the world
Like I do and
This guy asks me
“Do you know who’s sitting here?”
I think he points
To the chair next
To me
And I stare at him
Confused and irritated
I want to say
I’m sitting in all four chairs
At this table
He looks homeless
And I want to tell him
To leave or go away
He gestures again
To a couch and laptop
With no owner
“Oh! I think he’s over there.”
He wanted to use an outlet
And he probably thinks I’m an asshole
I often struggle with human interaction
I sometimes don’t know
How to people
How to human
I float through each day
No expression or excitement
Hating when others
Talk to me
Hating when others
Come close
To me
I should just wear a sign
So everyone knows
Why I’m an asshole
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 