Self-objectified endings

i objectified myself
the moment i
touched myself.
i don’t need your
assumption when
i’ve made mine.

Stretching knowledge

as i sit here tapping my foot,
to a beat i cannot keep,
others fall in step.
i look their movement
and realize,
they don’t know
what comes next.
i must admit,
upon first impression,
they seem knowledgeable.
so what do i gather from this?
flail in all direction,
that way you’re bound
to reach some place.