I Mind My Own Business But
On the phone again with a neighbor named Dawn
What tv station is your television on?
That’s a personal question I say in a persnickety way
Besides, I don’t have it on, but this I don’t say.
I mind my own business, she says, but will you vote?
I am irritated now at this butin-skie married to an old goat.
That’s my business I say in the meanest way I can.
She relays this in a mimicking way to her lay-about man.
I hear you have cancer, she says but is this true?
I am horrified, for cancer and I have no connection to do.
There goes that gray car, I bet he voted for Trump.
I picture her sitting at the window, sitting on her big rump.
I mind my own business, she lies, but here’s the thing.
The neighbors are out there constructing a green tree swing.
Did they get a permit? I had better report them, call the city.
Our conversations are rarely upbeat or pretty.
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