The handsome men.
Never see me.
There was always someone with longer legs
more come hither-i-ness
that would flint their interests.
But the odd ducks flock to me. Encircling me like fanboys.
How is that?
Do they intuit I am lame
at heart, little shy, as much an outsider,
Maybe I secrete a humanity musk,
little nerdy radars sensing my spoor.
I would be kind.
They would be grateful.
Here’s to all the weirdos,
we are sui generis
and fuck those handsome men.