My Quirks

I fear when you learn my minute details

the way I always cut all my food first,

eat the outside of a burger before daring to the middle,

growing paranoid when someone stands over me on an empty subway,

or the anxiety induced in the dead of summer in the city,

only exasperated

by dehydration

or contact,

sharing body heat,

maybe my quirks will no longer be cute

-POE(MS)

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