i feel like such a demographic lately 

bottled up in a small square box 

of a large square house 

white 

educated

middle class(less?)

what if i tattooed all my skin blue 

maybe i would feel more round 

fauxhawks and long distance phone calls

i'm out of deodorant and toothpaste

i want out of the social norm

Kirk and I painted

amidst a coffee house full of wandering eyes

nonchalant drops of color 

splattered our arms 

as we laid our souls on the canvas

for everyone to see

i came home to

her bringing down the house 

right from under my feet

lyrics engulfing me 

full embrace

eyes closed, wrapped comfort

keys striking every chord my heartstrings have left 

and

the scent of Christmas cookies reaching my nostrils 

maybe my demographics aren't so bad after all