If ‘expository’ is a shield of sorts
than I wish that I could
see you hold you feel you
every day every god damn day
with your smile (the real smile)
and your laugh (when you’re not
trying to make an ass of me)
and the strange sort of feeling
that plagues guys like me
about girls like you
but still behind a shield
they call ‘expository’,
so all things said and done
you’re not allowed to
know you know
even if you read it