An Odd Feeling

An Odd Feeling

There are days when I feel reckless,

where I feel like burning the candle

at both ends, skipping through puddles,

making conversation with the cloudy

peoples under the bridge, touching

the bathroom’s handle with my bare hand.

There are days where I feel irrational,

where I look for arguments, stare at those

on the subway with my tongue hanging out

my jaw, feel compelled to throw spare

change in the gutter, want to declare this

world a special place and fly amongst the clouds.

But most days I feel coy and shy,

hiding behind books, excusing myself from

public discussions that turn into executions,

making eyes just to look down, feeling my hands

shake and my ears twitch whenever my voice

is protruded over my bedroom walls.

I guess most days are ordinary anyway