consulted oracle, historical being
for me to live up to & suck through my teeth
all the words I’d like to say, like ‘Hey,
let’s just be friends’ and ‘when did you first
try me beyond belief?’ and
will this ever end?
and no, I think not, my lot
is to always find fault.
with the consulted oracle, referenced love-being
all things lovely & all being well, I smell
her affected oddities and teasing, torture
humming off her like a flustered ‘please’: please
be with me, love me, hug me