My Congeniality

My tiniest bites
I’ll torture him
Patience he’ll cry out
For his sake and the gods above

Oh my Congeniality
Crazy-making it will be
Cinnamoned-sugar and honey
Kicked from the table beneath

Shallow Breaths

I think I am certain I know
Rejection so painfully slow
Tho’ kindness would warrant godspeed
Fate feels that more torture I need