A Duck on the Water
(A response and agreement.) I bluster a lot, puffing up my feathers and saavy- mostly because I am further away from my personal truth than I ever imagined I'd be With a wiggle and knowing wink, "Man, if that fucker ever touches me again, I'll kick his balls into his throat" with my cocktail tray cocked on hip, gliding across the floor, hands shaking, rattling snifters against each other But let's be honest, I probably won't because this is a job, and his tip counts more than my integrity All crumbs in the water when there's rent to pay, and simply keeping out of reach will suffice to keep his touch at bay Bosses will shrug, "Well, it's the industry" they say When walking to work, one polite smile on my side turns into a slow crawling car behind me, hanging out the window, spittle flying for my attention, eyes enraged at my silence I could say, "I shrugged that shit off and flipped t