im becoming a quiet thinker.
not any louder than a slight whistle of wind from between my front teeth
youre speeking up.
like i couldnt hear you before.
i heard you fine,
i listened with ears open and my head tilted to the side in a manner showing you my attention.
i fear it was you not listening before.
when i told you those words of love
of hatred for any world without you.
because sometimes you zoneout and i am left talking to a pair of fuzzy dice.
matching the pair in your car.
all i
can ever roll anymore
is snake eyes.
10:51 pm - Monday, Apr. 08, 2002
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