White-Out Swim Poem by Nika McGuin
White-Out Swim
This aura of newness can be stifling
being an unknown entity, knowing no one
the only exchanges between myself and those around me
are those tristful acknowledgements of unfamiliarity
How long will this cold isolation persist?
until all smiles and warmth are won?
until I become 'one of them' or they become in-tune with me?
is any of it even guaranteed?
I say, these grounds shake
they reject all that is unknown
and I say, these faces smile fake smiles
underneath the formalities lies
a shuddering nonchalance
Here new does not equate with rare
this revolving door of entry level exhibits is merciless
they peer in at me like tourists at an aquarium
and so I swim, in this terrarium
of printers and paper clips, staplers and white out
I swim on, swim on, and swim
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4/19/2024 11:42:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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