Shameka says Something’s wrong with the dinner table
The surveillance cameras are picking up
People using their cutlery and napkins
But missing the actions she doesn’t know what they are
That show much amiss
And words misdirections cover-ups and manipulations

Shameka says she doesn’t know what’s wrong with people
They keep trying to make eye contact
When she walks from the parking lot into the building
I wish they wouldn’t take such an interest in me
So many envelopes with inscrutable addresses
So many messages with misaligned subjects