I’m sorry sometimes I’m weird
but some days
I just realize how ugly
how awkward
how inappropriate I am
and it makes me act creepy
or loopy
or sometimes borderline-stalkery.
It’s not how I want to come off
– anything but.
But sometimes
all I can eek out
is that inch of unworthiness.

Sometimes
your presence sets me straight
and I can see something in myself
that maybe you might see
but it is less frequent
than the weird clumsy
freakshow that populates so many of our days.
I’m sorry I can’t get it right.

But I’m worshipfully glad
that you constantly do
and hope you are willing
to guide me away from the weird
in many times to come.