Jerky

I speed-walked from my room
with my guitar
and a pack of Jack Link's
(the peppered kind).
I may have stumbled
a little
on the way to write this.

I just realized what kind of person I am -
the kind that knows they're not unique
but wants it anyway -
that knows that no one is unique
but still entertains the thought
of sticking out.

That would be nicer
than blending in.

But blending in - as bland as it is -
seems like it's working -
I'm fine alone with Modest Mouse,
gnawing on jerky.


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Age when written: 16