Oh! That they should walk with their heads held high

I've tripped over my own feet
so many times this week
that I'm starting to feel that
these limbs I've grown into
are not the ones I'm used to.

I woke up today thinking that
my hair's a little duller,
and my hips a little fuller,
- crooked teeth.

- - - 

I fear that the strangers in the hall
can't see me.
Or that they can.
I don't know which is worse.

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You look the way you do every day - 
at me and the shapes that my shadows
make under the fluorescence.

I am convinced that I can taste the pity,
overpowering even the bitterness of the coffee,
you, somewhat reluctantly, say it's an acquired taste.

The lights are too dim here to see your point.

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I didn't say exactly that they were a papercut in human form,
but I also did not say they weren't.