Faux Self-Deprecation Poem by Lauren Michaels

Words become juvenile
When I put them together.
I know this.
But I believe
that I could say something
worthwhile
In the midst of it all.
Somewhere.
I just need someone at the same frequency.

Someone else that
becomes Distracted
By all the lines life is
Converging dangerously into circles.
And we don't want that.
Or hurling into closing doors.
I know we don't want that,
But I really must catch my breath.
Whats another blow to the cheek.