I get a bad rap, he says, and I just roll my eyes.
What do you expect, I say, They’re blind around you.
And they see just fine around you, he snaps, ain’t you special?
I sigh, for it’s always like this lately. Complain, complain, complain!
Is it my fault they depend on their eyes, I ask, and he huffs.
You’ve given them so much to see all the time, why do they still cringe at the sight of me? he asks, in that self-pitying whine of his.
Not my monkey, not my circus, I answer, if you want to find out, ask them.
And he just folds his arms across his chest and huffs, again.
Same gripe. Different day.
black and white coy fish
WD April PAD 2019 20/30