Out of Place in Hipster Space

Wood, plants, up cycled crates

Some artsy guy trying to get dates

A half nude man wearing skates.

Her hair is cropped, eating all the pastries in this cafe.

Is it smart—

To hang up beautiful beetles carcasses in frames,

In a place that sells bags of fragrant beans?

Hipsters drinking CBD oils with their parental allowance.

It has been two days in this brain wave of cowardice.

I’m too young to own a trademarked meeting.

Gargling and hiding behind a honey coffee isn’t a professional greeting.

Duct taping an antler... to a beer tap doesn’t make it more appealing...

College girls with good eyebrows

Thin bodies that radiate

Make me hesitate and think of a shade of green I’m turning.

Mint.

Is the one with wild hair flirting with the cropped hair—still eating—

Every sugary thing in her pathway to the end of the work day.

Across from the place that only sells picture frames—

Down the street from the shop that sells raccoon penis bones—

Not joking.

Town is whimsical, honestly borderline hysterical

Quirky, yet somehow natural

My awkwardness completely unreasonable,

Perhaps if I became more original,

I will be content to drink my coffee, completely undetectable.