Julia Roberts makes a mistake with me
I resist her gaze hour after hour
and other times I punish her:
her seductress face against the floor.
If she’s going to tell me something, I pay no attention
if she bats her eyes or any of that
I block her with a sweep of my arm
and I let her kisses freeze to her lips
Julia argues with the walls
she suffocates the silence with her reproach
and I, with my disdain, mortify her.
I normally ignore her during the day
although to tell the truth I use her
with passion every night as a fan.