XXI. She Said it, So it Must be True.

I've hopped around to three houses
Offering three apologies for ruptured boundaries
Three times in three months.
I hop around.
I can give you all the greedy words you could ever want.
Others will sing your singular praises, but not me.
I can't carry a tune, but I cart around
Eight hundred synonyms for obsession.
Mine's heavier.