Selective Hearing

The repairman points a finger at the pipe

explaining how the pressure caused the crack.

I nod my head and act the stupid type

while calculating how to get my money back.

I did the same when you said you needed space,

leaning back against the kitchen wall.

I watched the lie settle on your face

and acted like I didn't see it fall.

My tea is lukewarm, oily on the top,

shimmering with colors I can't name.

I wait for the technician's talk to stop,

perfecting the bored rhythm of the game.