[consider It] water under the bridge

the woman was bedridden — sequestered away, but made omnipresent through constant requests and lame impositions

he and i would speak nightly in whispers; he ran through the standoffs and weirdness, i couldn’t understand how he bent like a drinky bird to her demands

i said, “look man, you’re tired, your perspective’s all skewed, but you’re a natural performer, you’ll know what to do” — but his hands shook in agony, wrapped ‘round his knees to protect his vital organs

with sweat and conviction, he belted the song, but it came out so trite, and it came out all wrong

the subject was charming but the passion misplaced; it was all but convincing

all i could do was awkwardly nod

through standoffs and weirdness, i couldn’t understand how he bent like a drinky bird to her demands

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