Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re not blank. Tell me you’re not nervous, you’re not sly, you’re not chill.
Move away, cross your arms, falter, lean in, touch my knee, roll your eyes.
You hide that much, too.
Your laugh is lilting, your tone is bleak.
Baritone your bark, then throw that stone – watch the other shake her head.
Sundry Travels 