It’s silly, but…
It hurts just a tiny bit.

Put me in coach!
I swear, I won’t just wander off and start picking daises.
(Again).
I won’t get lost in the woods!

It’s not that I expected it.
More that it would have been so unexpected.

I wonder how close it was considered.
Someone looked.
I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or glad.

I mean you were apart of all of this, I sort of wanted you to know about it, 
Just like the girls knew.

I am equally horrified by what you might say.

But no publications.
        No book.
        No agent.
        No career.
        No degree.
        Totally self funded.
        Don’t know what Im doing.
      Totally unprofessional and unreliable.
       (Don’t worry, I do get it. Storyofmylife,  Really I do)

And what difference does a little difference make?

This isn’t a fable.
Things don’t work that way.

It’s okay.
I got my own ticket to pay.