poem!

[holli]

I have a serious black leather notebook
to write in, serious glasses
with plastic tortoiseshell frames.

I have certain unshakeable ways of writing and thinking,
certain jokes that only certain people make.
These are my tribal colors, though I try

not to think about the fact that once,
tne thousand years ago, I would have smeared
certain colors of paint across my face,

would have hung the teeth of certain animals
around my neck. Really, it's no different
from all the concert t-shirts, jeans worn thin

with hours of sitting. I'm a tribal creature,
like it or not, for all my writerly accessories,
my leather notebook and plastic glasses.



I think it needs something-- maybe another stanza, somewhere in between the third and fourth. Or maybe it's just generally terrible. Mmph.