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
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 just want to wear weird clothes and be