Blind
JC Lee
The conductor’s flirting with the
brunette in the back, and he
gay bashes as part of his
pick up repertoire in some
insecure, defensive manner.
I want to hit him for what
he won’t understand and to
break her for what she tolerates.
It’s one forty-eight AM and
she goes along with what’s easy
but wrong 'cause there’s so much that’s
really not right in the world
it drowns her in apathy.
She knows she’s not free but how much
does that really matter to we
who suffocate in overwhelming
apathy of drowning in wrong
pretending that it’s alright,
that the brunette and conductor
are making conversation
so they are somehow allowed
to they hate what they’re told not to
take the time to understand.