hurting small animals

Note: Poem initially formatted as a triptych, available here.

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hurting small animals

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You were always

pathetically happy

if I showed any interest

or affection, like

the minimum I owed you

was nothing.

Business

Lays against an airport seat's curves,
his lips threatening to dribble down his chin
onto a tie a bit too thin for him.
Business watches over his phone
at the woman passing by
while, next, his mother reads a romance.
Business is ready to go.