Baffled By His Moving Mouth

she’s motoring away, telling

everything she never thought before, about

her friends her melissas her sadies her tiny dancers still

but still speaking,

and

still mouthing and plucking her eyebrows are proof

she has an eye on herself and she’s quietly begging

you can tell she’s

not had it,

it in

awhile, begging he doesn’t say something, something

at all, but much stupidly less, something

she hears,

but luckily she’s ignoring his talk, baffled by his moving mouth

with no sound her unibrow is growing back, as she tattles

i don’t wear tubetops.

while meanwhile neither of them are listening, luckily,

you can tell she doesn’t like having it,

it.

when he shouts i used to torture my sister