compliance yeah I get that I hum
under my breath so you can shout
over my breath feel obligated to
buy something a bottle of perfume
which is weird I’ve been using oil
for years. To feel something I may
die for listen. smothery small talk is
picking at my sorghum ankles
dozing in the living room drain
digestion of heavy sleep hate.
I was opening the door and your
miss yous looked like shepherd’s
crooks I felt oppressed madam
is this your street. No it is not my