could this may be so naked?

brimmed up with obligements
many too over-many to do's
which i enjoy in their little ways.

my teeth grit otherwise; grind of boredom
gritty dull of idle hands
hands put to good use
to good use so obliging.

in rings polite-isms
and phone tag, and careful meetings,
carefully extended friendships which sunder and flop,
so sadly.

the pine trees bend and sigh with me,
their spines wiggle and wave, salute my upward gaze
salute the clean nose
of woman living clean life;
woman grazing knuckles in the bike lane, the forever helmet locking in the blood