Effervescent
A Poem
No one has ever called me effervescent
and I don’t feel bad about it
because I never wanted to be bubbly
but sometimes, not calling you it
means you are more of a deflated bubble
with little life left to breathe into the party
which makes sense because the last place
I ever want to be is at a party
I think effervescent people are really good
at small talk and patting each other hi
and also asking about your Aunt Sophie
who once had a mole removed in 1994,
but what I do know about all of life
is that that is not me, not at all
I don’t light up, and I harbor no bubbles
It doesn’t mean I can’t get excited
but maybe my excitement looks more like
you when you need a coffee in the middle
of the day because of all the conversations
you had while trying to work, but oh wait,
I forgot to tell you about this thing
and there I am, working
