drying knuckles, we both imagine it’s
age; you say, “hey, it’s thataway”
and I turn my head. Am I ignorant?
Arrogant? Pompous, narcissistic,
mean, unlikeable, menacing, intimidating,
loud, brash, rash, brave, confident, too
confidence, bumbling, in need of humbling—
am I, am I, worthy anymore of you;
in my head. One half.
“Bring yourself down again.
It’s thataway.”

I guess you’re right.
So we keep moving.