After I took this picture they came out and yelled — May I help you? — I begged off — Where were you when I had panic attacks? Where were you when I was homeless? Where were you when the ice melted — I’m not that brave though — So I said:
No — no — I thought the sign and the angels were cute so I took a picture
These are the days of transgression — all strangers bare ill intent — if you don’t want attention — don’t draw attention
Or if you do — make sure it’s socially acceptable — putting you in a clearly defined ‘club’
I don’t think most of my neighbors — understand the old Freak paranoia — it’s palpable on the East Coast — less so on the West Coast — the exceptional echo chamber seems louder there
Like before — Freaks leave messages for Freaks — if you know where to look
Did you see how the leaf moved? We’ll be alright then
Of course — we’re more divided than we were — we compulsively check if it’s the correct X — left by the right kind of Freak
I wouldn’t trust these Freaks
We tend to flock together — ignore the tapestry of the Others
There was a time not long ago — we could sit down and break bread together — Freak meant — Human acknowledging other humans with all their peculiarities — their rough and smooth edges
I’m sure — with a little effort — stopping to say — Hello —it can be that way again
