• we live an awkward tango
    of well-hidden bruised toes and feigned intimacy
    Where our vapid words form and fade
    (along with wasted cents and lost socks)
    to feed our collage of idle thoughts,
    fillers,
    and opinions we both knew did not matter.

    Our obligated greetings with its banal undertone
    caper across carafe lips,
    fancy, - redundant.