Red Gloves

I want my gloves back
I'm never coming back

You're wrong.

Life in my hands,
really in theirs
public place,
your place.

stupid.

I'm busy.
Be good.
This is it.

people talk, I smile
can't stop now
they're holding too tight

"I'm for you," she says
I am consumed.

I don't owe
Yet I am obligated
Indifferent

Blame it on the crazy

"This is an addiction," she says,
"Which I do not support."

Fine.
No secrets.

Doctor says to dad,
"Dad, danger."

Fast bloom, first frost.