Passive Aggressive

The things we do - indirectly.

I’m drawn to this sort of thing,

torture. But,

I pull myself clear of it.

When she

shakes my hand, her body is elsewhere,

unharmed.

Her vessel formed in ceramics and reinforced

tightly

every wish granted, “Hey!” I’d say.

It isn’t fair! Is it?

I understand these sorts of things

The way I tortured my thoughts into patterns

and my body is elsewhere,

unbothered, because

I pulled myself clear of it.

Thus am I "above it", so

it turns out I’m envious

in effigy, “Don’t worry,” I’d say.

It’s not real, because

I’m not real.