Don’t mind me–it’s just another day to avoid
reflection, to engage in deflection
not answer the phone or check the mail, because
it’s just another day of the same questions over and over
from the same faceless drone in an office
200 miles away, getting cocky with impatience
It’s not my fault you don’t know how to frame a question so that
it can be answered correctly
But I swallow all those elegant curses that would pour
so eloquently from my lips in order to
maybe, just maybe
get that pittance you withhold with apparent glee
I hang up and feel the flush start on my neck and my arms
get prickly from repressed rage
Is it too early to start drinking?? Is it too much to ask
that you just stop with the “i” dotting and the “t” crossing
for the tenth fucking time?