It’s just me in my tea-stained skin,
Jaundice like bad teeth,
Watching sunnier and paler bodies
Huddled in the rain.
Me alone, a class of my own;
My gaze bleaches and blemishes.
It’s just me with wide-eyed insomnia,
Stargazing through the window,
Meditating on my Sagittarius divide,
Calculating my distance through parallax.
And they chase me away with sticks and forks.