Poet, the Obscure

my lipstick shade is borderline

writing notes for poems

on the way back from San Diego

nostalgia eats at me

on long car rides

my iPhone doesn't recognize

half the words

scrutinizing them with red lines

my boyfriend codes

and doesn't understand poems

overwhelmed with the obscurity

maybe i need more similes

when it's my turn to drive

i get us lost in the wilderness

unable to steer us in the right direction

(maybe a metaphor

works better here)