missing assignments

firsthand

perhaps i was built to inhabit a cold city café
wear claw clips, wide pants,
and fake glasses for the hell of it,
observe the people who walk by the window,
and write about things i'll never experience.

i don't have a need for a car-
for i don't have the drive to drive.

i'll rest my clean feet
on the dashboard of the passenger seat,

and examine in order to understand
the self liberated who live their lives firsthand.