Are They Talking About Me
She knows nothing Rob says.
I hope he is speaking of me.
I have never liked him either.
I overhear a name.
Sadly, he refers to another.
She is crazy! May says.
I know this must be me.
She rolls her blue eyes, nodding toward Sheila.
Sheila who wears a tattoo sleeve up her arm.
Because she has blue hair? How silly.
Their voices get low now.
I am sure my co-workers have gotten around to me.
Yes, they are probably whispering about me.
I am outrageous, I am whimsical.
I am childlike, not their condiment of choice.
I struggle to get closer to their lunch table.
I hear Rob whisper my name.
I feel pleased.
At last they have gotten around to me.
I am now officially one of them. I feel relieved.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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