Small Talk

 Don’t mention the hummingbird 

Don’t even notice it

Here I am

Spilling my heart out

In my way

Spilling

Like a drip of oil under the hood

Faint stink of 

Maintenance required 

Don’t ‘the thing is’ me

Don’t ‘can you believe’ me

Don’t ‘we've been watching’ me

Don’t ‘your brother’s depressed’ me

I don’t care about the hummingbird 

If that’s any indication 

You smile past me

At the bird

Like it’s a damn baby

Do I bore you?

Do you resent me?

Because I can’t fly backwards?