I Stand Roadside

I stand roadside
holding paper and rhymes
reading for you and me.
I jeer at drivers,
sneer at children
glare at elders.
Post-it notes
crumpled in my pocket
been through the wash
a dozen times;
ink runs down my fingers
words washed and bleached;
your photo torn
on the floor
pen stabbed through your eyes.
See me now. See me now!
You run away. You run
so fucking far away,
and I stand roadside
holding paper and rhymes
reading for you and me.