Just Abe Yourself

In a day you want none,

and the time that you 

crave makes a dull face.

You are not fun to be with.

You don’t gossip or say worse

things about better people.

There’s a hard shell that you

wear to protect yourself

from unpleasant weather 

and pleasant intruders, and

sometimes you laugh alone

on the humor of your dry grief.

Know that, people hate that,

you’re unfriended, for now, 

even though you shrunk 

to make enough space for the 

judgmental society that decides

to rotate around your solitude.