There is that ocean,
larger than you can imagine,
telling me how wrong I am,
how I never say the right thing,
how people think I am such
an ass, and how can I still love
my job when I’m such an ass.
Then these particles collect
and defend me, and they tell me
I’m not as bad as I think, that
there may be someone who
likes working with me, and I
just long to hear that.