I OWE NO ONE

That I should have to count my teeth
Suppress my secrets down my tits
Lower my voice in prayers still
Hide peeking holes on my dress
Tip toe around in circles, why?

This leaking roof holds my peace
The groaning from my groin’s pit
My brain monitors but my heart
Holds all the display buttons right

I have a list with a few names
God, blood, kin, and some loyalty bound.
There are things you don’t give to get
There are people you’ll never owe
Not a currency of regret
Nor untimely affection shed.

Vera