Incessant Talkers Bother Me
incessant talkers bother me.
I leave the room upon their arrival,
not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they
do not notice, it always being about them, they
do not see others.
I do not enter the room if they are pre-there.
no sense in it, as whatever you say they can top,
and will. It happened to them sixteen times
more often, and harder, they were pulled out
of their car by two jaws of life.
it is irritating to me when I am almost finished
with a story, and one plunks down, interrupting
the punchline, with a banality that exasperates.
maybe worse, it annoys me that no one asks
me what the punchline was, so it is not like
anyone else cared any way.
I love the ones who share their money woes,
and their family woes, and their woe-woe-woes.
teaching us not to share any information with
them, possibly this is why the room clams
shut upon their arrival.
the last one never has rent money, or groceries.
always begging for money or a check, perpetually
pleading with anyone on social media to bring her
something. she always carries in a sixteen dollar
lunch from Uber, there is a five dollar upcharge.
i wish I was talking weekly.
I am talking daily.
I wonder if her grandmother who is still working at age 71,
and sending her check has any idea about these
astronomically expensive lunches?
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