Stranger

I only feel like a stranger

when you tell me to wear a raincoat

even when it hasn’t rained

in three weeks.

That is as strange to you

as it is to me.

You’re surprised that I speak

your language.

But you expect everybody

to speak your language.

You say you don’t judge.

But when you’re sober,

you judge.

And here I am,

sober as a judge.

When you’re sober,

I’m a stranger

and you judge.

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