Zero, One (OI)

Obnoxious was the attitude last night.
And boring was the wish to disappear.
The tone morose, the body language tight,
one might assume there’s suffering. It’s clear
the teenager would rather not be near
the family. Big deal. That’s no surprise.
It’s not a disability or queer.
We love, but can’t respect affect’s disguise.


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