Pitter-patter.

[seejae]

You talk to me,
like the man who wants the best for me.
Thinking that I lie in your box.
With your great big tie and shiny black shoes,
you quietly caress me colloquially into
the idea that it's the way to go.
I plant my feet,
then begin to walk.
Quietly.
Away.
From you.
You smile.
In paternal satisfaction.