I’m never sure when to respond
To a Facebook post.
So I made a divining rod
That detects borderline personality disorder.
Talking to you is like
An alien abduction.
It makes no sense to me,
But I read a book on it
So I don’t have to know you either.
I can’t stop staring
As you lift me gently to the mothership.
I learned early that the way to win
Is never to flinch, no matter how bright the fluorine light.
And I keep my emotions
Wrapped in foil shields
Like baked potatoes.
I know you hate that.