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The bus from Dallas to Austin

Is full of cute dumb boys who probably

study finance and play golf poorly.


It's full of moms with big hair and little

purses.


I struggle to remember that I like myself

better when I'm not judging people.

I find that a difficult task while so utterly

surrounded by expensive sunglasses.


I revert back to my teenage Christian brain.

It chastises me and tells me I forgot

everything it taught me about protecting

yourself from the Big Evil Things

like not being liked

or trying too hard.


It tells me to assimilate.


I can almost admire the palpable certainty

on this bus,

the commitment and conviction blowing

out of the air conditioning vents.

I'm freezing.


I just want to wear weird clothes and be

smart.

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