“I like your voice”

he said

I think it’s a lie

everyone should be

sick of me  

I’m sick of listening 

to myself

that’s what I do 

besides deal with people 

petty shit no one 

can be bothered with

all shit I hate 

I don’t know

how I ended up here 

beats cleaning and I 

get paid to 

‘work on my novels’

nobody knows

I stay in my lane

even if I thought 

something was attractive 

about him I sure as hell

wouldn’t say anything

unless we

exchanged numbers 

haha 

not happening 

been there done that 


you should hear my

true voice

yeah, when I’m yelling

at my husband or kid

or the fucking douchebag

driving

His voice

sounds familiar 

not quite like his was 

but too inviting 

I know he’s trying 

to be nice or professional 

yet the way he looks

at me says otherwise 

attraction maybe 

on whose or what end

I’ve hardly had a look

at his face 

he’s tan and has nice arms 

shit

I’m not doing that again 

though desks and empty 

places were fun