Blouse

Here we are
Quiet at your kitchen table
With courtesy to little pet peeves
Napkins on laps strands pulled back
I hang the scarf and my mom’s anorak
Why do I tell you how I feel?
When you’re just looking down the blouse
It’s something I wouldn’t say out loud
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
Talking to
Some who laugh and others scorned
I guess humour could help me after all
It’s funny now I’m just useless and a whore
But I get a co-sign from your favourite one-man show
Why do I tell you how I feel?
When you’re too busy looking down my blouse
It’s something I wouldn’t say out loud
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now