PSYCHOCHICK

 

I am the psycho-chick of lesser moments.

Quiet, reserved, like the serial killer next door,

I'll be the one the neighbors will express surprise about

when I slip and exhibit a feeling.

My feelings are like hiccups.

I try to stop them escaping unbidden by breathing into paper bags.

Unseemly, my emoting never works as a purge,

but rather as catapult.

Archaic and projectile.  Of interest only to recreationists

and collectors of trivia.

And being skilled only in such outdated weaponry,

I am always aware how vulnerable I am to more modern attacks.

I think I'll invest in a gas mask, so I can go about my business

in the comfort of such a practical masquerade.

5/20/01