untitled

there is so much noise all the time
the tv blaring
and she is at the sink
washing dishes
because that is what she likes to do most

you told me this
and my heart expanded
constricted by my chest
i held my breath
let you keep talking

because i'm not sure how you do it
what mettle you are made of
to be there when you could
be somewhere
anywhere else

i often find your world
to be an injury to my reality
and i, unfit to be a shield
or saving grace
allow your acerbic wit and my laughter carry
our conversations
in bank lobbies
at 2pm