We wait long enough and curiosity becomes trespass,
timidly kicking the door into the wall holding a baseball bat and calling out the typical phrases, hearing the expected silence. Silence is golden- not now. Its now the silence is louder than Becky’s outfit-blinding the bus driver with sequins and clashing patterns.
I wanted to tell the skirt to shut up,
but I would look silly talking to a skirt.
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