The word’s at the tip of my tongue.
It’s a thing that gets your armpits sweat trying to avoid a conversation.
You might want to cover your face or hide someplace to avoid it and stop it staring
just drop dead.
Or pretend you’re an asshole and start mocking how stupid his decisions are.
Don’t make sense.
Ignore what you hear or see.
You’re a bad person and it’s your turn to bitch.
But there he came,
with not one word.
Then everything went back to fxcking normal.