Feel like people

I went home a bit early today,

My friend asked if I was feeling okay.

I told her I didn’t feel like people,

Instead I felt like climbing a steeple.

With just the wind and maybe some rain,

Not all the people congesting my brain.

I went home and sat in my room.

Had some time to clean my brain with a broom.

Felt so peaceful without making small talk,

Board of my brain wiped clear of its chalk.

I brothe deep and did nothing more.

You might think it felt like a bore.

More a relief not having to speak,

Flapping my gums and clacking my beak.

Once in three days, at the very least,

To be alone or feel like a beast.


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