Taken With the Wind

“How’re you?”
Why do you care?
I just met you.
You asshole.
“I’m alright.. You?”
Why do I keep insulting you in my mind?
The screeching sound of the teapot
Goes off and I wonder
If my father will take it off the stove.
Regardless if he does
Or if he doesn’t.
I’m not getting up to.
I just sat down.
“Decent. Couldn’t sleep
Last night.”
This pointless conversation
Went on for about
An hour
Before my father decided
That he wanted to come in
And bring up
The highway accident.