Talkin’ To Her
By
Paul Bass

Talkin’ to her is like
goin’ without a hat
Calling on her is like
staring at a bird
Being around her is like
peanut butter on the street

I don’t know why she has that
It’s her power, my pain, her tower.
She uses herself like a gun.
She just points it and I run.
Or duck, or freeze, or put on
a sweater.