Embarassment

my gum
hits it--
--my skin twitters,
and I recall how stupid I was in the first place
like to suck too much on the wooden popsicle stick
-the feeling is the same-
but now's aftermath includes external punishment
unintentional painful blushes
because blood rushes twice in my face,
on my behalf, on yours as well.

So I look comfort on windoshopsthatIhavenevercared
and the potential denying you of something
that you reassure me you deserve by right

and I comment on teapots
while you pretend what I did never happened
and I point at stationary with hidden watery eyes
while you agree that pens are better black.