awkward. 
i'm afraid i'm not just awkward in relation to others but in myself. an awkward soul? what would that mean? that i was born wrong, don't belong, or belong in another shape, 
a shape i can't articulate, a shape i can't assume? 
somehow the most unsayable awkwardness is the condition of life for me, the most universal, but in daily life, impossible. it comes once in a while, an extension, a portal, like the film under the skin. yet when it comes to light it still comes unresolved. see it's all a-muddle.  
can't you just be silent and wait for clarity.
can't you just relax and let it unfold.

ok ok i'll try again. hi...

honey let me be your salty dog.