Cansei de Ser Sexy

Worse Than ADD
What I would never say
But, always felt
Tapping my insides like fingers.
Rickety-lightly, prodding-slowly
Beating at my swollen insides
Loudly.
Distracting me.


I'm sure you heard it 
My body fumbling inappropriately.
She keeps me up at night,
Drifting out and never into sleep.
Whispers, hissings, hinting, causing a
disturbance.


Even if I never say a single
One four three,
I'm sure you felt multiple
One four threes,
Swaying in the space
Making that wishy-washy static when
We sit in silence.
Barely able to Concentrate.


First poem of Creative Writing. Last poem of Creative Writing.


You decide.


foto credit: Meghan