At times I overlook myself, and when it all catches up,
it crisps up in the back of my eyes, it clicks into view,
the misdirection of so many encounters, the built up frustrations,
of so many misunderstood conversations, so many misheard mumblings,
as though i’ve been tumbling, and it catches up to me,
and I catch my self, I overhear grumblings, to some unknowing stranger,
some unguarded transparency, waves that crest, threaten to break,
peaks that amount to nothing, and I catch myself blushing.