The Room is Cramped

I have a bunch of note cards in my pocket that I carry around all day

to remind me to act normal and not be so standoffish,

they give me advice that I’ve written down over the years

from self-help books and seminars,

sometimes just random phrases I thought sounded cool at the time,

or buzzwords that I read in a blog about becoming less misanthropic,

but they only work whenever I check them every fifteen minutes or so,

less my resolve tears down and I retreat

to the cavern of my mind,

so I can take my shoes off,

and relax