Inner Monologue with Hors d’Oeuvres

Jia Oak Baker, photograph, 2016.

Laminating introductions
with my aversion
to eye contact. My desire
to disappear in plain sight.

Pathological disinterest
blends into every uncomfortable silence.
Scratches the cellophane
of hermetically sealed opinions.

My penchant for euthanizing
pleasantries and instinct to recoil
from handshakes are reasons I stand
out in a crowded room.

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