Protecting Your Energy

We sit across the table.


The words unsaid grow legs

that stretch farther

than your empathy

ever could.

I ask you to pass the sugar

and stir it into my coffee.


You pass salt instead.


My mouth, a bitter ocean.

overflowing with regret.


I keep forgetting not to

let chauvinists break bread.


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