It is three in the afternoon, which means
I am thinking about you
thinking about me.
Because there are knots all over my back
and I think that maybe each one is a time
I woke up and you hadn’t thought of me
I would ask but there are more important things,
like tea on the stove, like walking the dog, buying gas,
thinking of the ‘bigger things’ which are really just
trivialities with egos.
And while I make dinner, you ask how I am,
but I’m too busy tying knots in my tongue