I never told you what to do.
Hokey pokey of adulthood.
Looks like you hadn’t budged,
waiting on instruction.
Looks like you stayed indoors,
started imaging stars
out of the popcorn ceiling.
I just walked in the room.
Sorry that the answer
affirms your expectations,
and incidentally your mood.
You’re too funny.
Dramatic over bullshit,
indifferent to real shit.
Don’t mention the ivory.
And distance between us.
It’d be way too ironic
if you were the poacher
of your own complaint.
Let that dodo bird live.
Let it run out the door.
Let the whole world treat it
the same as I did.