late tvnty-sumthin: portrait of young man on the verge of a nervous breakdown

I wait for her, every stinking minute, until she gets off the toilet 

Walking slowly toward me in her heels, stilettos

Not knowing what to say, I stare directly toward her,

as blank as a Michelangelo statue. 

i cough, 

She stares, I quiver a little

Blink, and suddenly visualize myself in paradise 

She laughs

I laugh

She asks a question

I apologize for myself

She talks more

I try, sir, as hard as I can

To eke out a smile 

But can't

Still clinging to my momma bear

Standing here

Almost curled in the bosom

But can't speak 

10 minutes later,

I stomp off into silence.