Blouse

Here we are

Quiet at your kitchen table

With courtesy to little pet peeves

Napkins on laps strands pulled back

I hang the scarf and my mom's anorak

Why do I tell you how I feel?

When you're just looking down the blouse

It's something I wouldn't say out loud

If touch could make them hear

Then touch me now

If touch could make them hear

Then touch me now

Talking to

Some who laugh and others scorned

I guess humor could help me after all

It's funny now I'm just useless and a whore

But I get a co-sign from your favourite one-man show

Why do i tell you how I feel?

When you're too busy looking down my blouse

It's something I wouldn't say out loud

If touch could make them hear

Then touch me now

If touch could make them hear

Then touch me now

If touch could make them hear

Then touch me now