We leveled so many claims at you.

You didn’t have much to say.

Said you were ok.

OK. You agree?

OK. You know?

Ok. Resolved?

I’ve been waiting for this package

Only to open it, an empty box

The things that I was sure

Would get a rise did not.

And the inconsequential

Caught your ire.

Are you simple?

Are you complex?

Are you naked?

Are you caked?

You feel like a neighbor

Who will never be known

Never be seen.

You feel like a story

That can’t quite be remembered

Ever

I feel like you color beautiful pictures

Inside the lines and everything.

But you take both fists

Crumple it up

Bury it deep in your lap