I heard a quote

that you spoke about me.

Awful kinds of words.

Would you take it back,

and recant if you could?

you said you were venting.

Like a hot oven, I presume.

you said it was just banter.

Like a humming bird, I presume.

you said it with fervor.

Like a ballad, I presume.

A song about me.

How delightfully these words must’ve

melted away from your lips,

the perversion of me coming from

your mouth like snake’s venom

poisoning the air so freely and

without care.

I’m both impressed and humored

that such a person,

whose name I’ve forgotten,

remembered me.

you.