My Chief

Confessions of a M3/M4






I was scared of you, at first:
You have a poker face fit for a throne,
And command worthy of the same.
I read others by their expressions, but yours told me little
Beyond the fact that you were listening.
I felt more in the way than anything else.
Eventually, I realized your approval was not to be discerned.
I stopped apologizing for myself.
We shared space,
And I learned not to let your composure rattle mine.
I had settled into non-commensal coexistence
When out of nowhere, you said,
“Four months ago I was so tired I couldn’t even get up to pee.”
The change was instantaneous. You became like us.
One more sleep-walking, self-mocking,



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