Miscommunication Style

I’d talk about it, tell you a story, but I’ve got this

god-awful communication style;

this inner-north therapise, insta protest televised, don’t bottle it up that’s masculinised,

you were raised by your father? no surprise, 

this demeanour, fumbling, slapstick;

this naidoc week decor, clapstick

off Ali-express, seating plan with my name wrong again,

got this girl trouble, prefrontal, dead uncle, weed jungle, bag Crumple

or some shit, got this

Type A that didn’t graduate,

aunty says “self-manage” when she means masturbate,

I reckon, don’t mixing with whites only matter when you’re straight?

call me a liability with teeth, self-medicated lightweight;

this girl needs a cry without taking it back this bitch needs a yarn not a poetry slam this

table ain’t a safe space it’s a fucken witch stake just tell me

something’s wrong no cbt pisstakes, cause this girl

needs something to lay her down to rest,

make me out pour me up freeze breathe undress

tell me how to be a woman, let me be something less,

still blame the ouroboros for swallowing itself.