Out there, in here ... out there!

They say, “Put yourself out there!”

What’s out there is Fun Popularity. 

It’s bright and orange-colored, 

like a plastic hamburger. 

In here, there’s no walls or ceilings

(it’s not a community center, not the Oscars) 

but there’s a silvery blue velvet light

you can see no end of. 

Green mossy rocks underwater 

under feet 

forever. 

No bullet points anywhere 
to be seen

or even checked off. 

You can control out there a little

in here, not at all. 

I was a baby and 

like all babies born wild, 

out of control. 

It’s too late to workshop the baby now.