Hoot Owl from Converse by hemma

Screen door slamming to a close
Ball of fury in my stomach grows
Who's that laughing, who you with?
And the hoot owl in my heart persists

Tell me is she thin or thick?
Can she sway her hips like a flame upon a wick?
From her shoulders do her breasts hang,
so effortlessly and yet with so much weight?
Oh, I shouldn't stare,
Can't help it but watch you watch
her over there
When I'm
right
here

Origins she's my sister first
How can I trust her less when I'm
feeling these bursts
of jealous rage I put myself
in his headspace
i'm not as good at reading minds these days

Im no longer a mind reader
I'm a basket-case.

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