Sitting in his living room,
all is quiet except his hands are tapping
on the glass coffee table
that's full of cracks.
"Ronni, why would Mykel ever name you Jaize?"
The question hangs in the air,
waiting for me to grab it, answer it,
and lay it to rest,
with a full filled purpose as an ansered question.
I want to tell him
To mind his own buisness.
But I answer him.