Did the sight of me make you need to look away?
It was an almost visceral reaction. I noticed.
You did not know what else to do.
It could have so easily been you.
If you had taken the expressway that morning,
Instead of your favorite country road,
Then the semi would have probably hit you.
You would not have made it to your comfortable,
Colorful, cacti-filled cubicle.
You would have probably ended up in the ICU.
Death and illness, human suffering makes us so
Uncomfortable, like the sight of me.
I feel uncomfortable here, in my chair.
Goin’ nowhere soon.
I am working on my GED.
They promise me that it will unlock doors
To worlds of possibilities.
A man in a suit looks good sitting down.
I won’t ever get a motorized.
I want to work the arms,
Just in case I have to pick you up someday.