Babyflipp Rachel Walker

A poem I wrote while I spent four long months in a barren bachelor apartment staring at the wall mostly.

Eating lunch in a bathroom stall, unable to connect with the kids wearing trench coats, never understanding how to treat you’re pretty self, being pretty and ugly at the same time and having the traits trade places, being an alien, pretending you’re a pioneer, freaking people out and loving it. Being popular. Being invisible.