Last night. Wedding. Former colleagues. Dinner with seating chart. Argh..
I’m nobody! Who are you?
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Photos by Almostgotit
Poem by Emily Dickinson
