My drink bottle leaked in my bag today
I got angry. Again.
and I almost missed my train
My mother yelled at me for the same reason she did last week
and I got no sleep
as per usual.
There was this man on the train
he looked and me and
I don’t know what to make of that.
And I guess I wrote another poem
maybe another three
but I can never get them quite right.
And I’m afraid I never will.
Tonight I will think of that man on the train
what was he frowning at?