I loathe it then – you waste your words to me,
suggesting fruitless effort once again,
or starting any statement “hopefully.”
I loathe it then.

I wish you’d mean it if you say amen,
conversing with apparent empathy,
or syllables that use no oxygen.

Of autism is this variety?
I’d have you be deliberate as this pen.
Above all, please don’t fake sincerity.
I loathe it then.