When I go out in public

I
am
recognized

Some people I’ve met
And forgotten
Some people I haven’t-
But I feel bad
anyway

I sit down at a restaurant
And they know that
I like

Tiramisu

Or

Bacon

Sometimes, I forget to comb my hair
Or I have
“kid crumbs”
on my shirt

And I’m not

Puttogether

And I wonder,
More than I should,
What do people think?