What I’m Good At
I’m good at forgetting people’s names.
Not sure if that’s good or bad,
but it’s something I’m good at—
and honestly, you might just get a new name.
Because who doesn’t enjoy a new name…
and a good laugh?
I’m good at escaping.
Not with suitcases—
but with my imagination.
I can slip out a thousand times
without ever leaving the room.
I’m good at feeling comfortable in mismatched socks.
Because not everything that belongs together
has to match perfectly.
I’m good at hearing what wasn’t said.
At reading the silence between words
and the sighs tucked behind smiles.
And the best of the best?
Sniffing out glitter-covered nonsense like a barn cat with a sixth sense.
“Because Glitter on Garbage Still Stinks- TRC”

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