Small talk

Small talk.
Ugh, am I right?
Is there anything
more vapid and terrible?

It's like,
oh, look at me,
I've got my own inner monologue,
and I'm just gonna vomit it at people,
and expect them to be okay
with me intruding on their lives.

You know,
my cousin died of small talk.

My grandmother used to
take me to small talk parties
when we were young.
Everyone got together
to expose each other
to their small talk.
It was good for us, they said.
They said a lot of things.
They said nothing.

But now I’m an adult
unvaccinated against small talk,
and I get ramblings.
Oh! Those are cute shoes!
Where did you get them?