flushed, self-effacing

22 March 2006 @ 2:50 pm

I sat there very still in the straight-backed chair,
the kind of chair that usually makes me feel
like I'm reverberating off of that moment in time
in some impossible, screaming way
I sat there so silent so quiet
-watching- him mouth his words like a drill sergeant
like a messiah coming home
-listening- to how he was standing straighter than I was sitting
talking more dependently than I was feeling;
[his voice like a sleepy heat
like a cavern in his monotone]

I am no longer aware of myself.

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