No More Miss Understanding

When he may have said, I’m hungry,
yawannagotothestore? she
may have heard, I’m horny,
yawannaclosethedoor? but
they never spoke

again. Autistic babies can’t hear
high tones, so the coochie-
coochie-coos of their mothers
sound like guttural growls; meanwhile,
people go about making new babies

because it’s the next item
to be checked off. And the flat
affect? That’s the actual face

of fear. Between warring factions, for
every action there’s a reaction to the small
infraction of the distraction (despite
the inaction) of what we
say or don’t say or may
say so we don’t say
everything that we could

so that we can say later, oh,
you misunderstood. Is this clear

as mud so far? More and more, I’m
astounded by the false
kisses we’re capable of, and
I’m astounded by your inability
to show that something
said with honesty
might mean to you.
Luckily, I’ve bruised much

blacker than this. And while the increase
of Botox has led to an increase in domestic
violence, we verbal heavy-
weighted women will be just fine
because sweetheart, my mouth

could kick
your fist’s
ass. Want to make your message
cloud and leer? Just say

nothing.

 

 

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