blunt

you speak, dictate
and I transcribe the blither of your meaningless words
hoping beyond hope to contrive non-existent passion from your missing consonants

I’m beginning to wonder where you stand between us
because I don’t want you anywhere near her
jealousy on both sides of the knife

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