the way you answer my words in a monotone autopilot
I-have-enough-words-in-my-own-head-what makes-you-think-I-want-to-hear-yours-instead
kind of voice, ruins my day.

the way you say, don't touch my stuff it all has a place, in this haste that make me want to break- in half.
or in quarters.
ruins my day.

the way you look right through my new dress,
past my eyes,
past even my thighs
to something i can never see
usually way past behind me.
ruins my day

the way you forget to talk to me
for six days
ruins my day(s)