Inner Monologue with Hors d’Oeuvres

Laminating introductions with my aversionto eye contact. My desire to disappear in plain sight. Pathological disinterestblends into every uncomfortable silence.Scratches the cellophaneof hermetically sealed opinions. My penchant for euthanizing pleasantries and instinct to recoil from handshakes are reasons I standout in a crowded room.