you’re a little too good at speaking on my behalf at the holiday dinner I sit between you my mother, her husband, reproduction everywhere and wonder why we pass or do we pass? for what? lumpen, wifeish I know when they ask now tell us what’s been going on at work they can’t listen. only men have jobs. why do I care. even though we agreed on this tactic in the car on the way there or after we fucked in the bed my sister grew up in next door to a brass headboard I leaned against as a child and had bad dreams about touching myself or being touched as I came, it still feels horrible.

I love to talk I really love to talk

I like to appear as a person