That One Night They Didn’t Know I Was Home

Folding laundry on a night unnamed
I hum the words, you're the sunflower
Even with the song blasting,
giggling girls speak blurred words:

Annoying, bossy,
Wonder how to get her to chill
Too much work
Needy and fake.

Unknown are the intentions.
Tearducts remain dry.
Hand wavers, the shirt crumples.
I have to start over.

Fear of never truly knowing
the enemies among my peers,
sets in deep into my bloodstream
I drown them out with the same song

I’m my own sunflower