Friday, October 28, 2011

Miscommunication Series

Please communicate, she asked
the man, who, frightened

and strangely reposed,
withheld, concealed.

But wait, she said, looking up
in the dictionary

what she had asked,
those are antonymous things.

I do believe two people afraid to touch
each other should touch each other.
So long as one isn’t playing chicken they will
leave better: with more soul on their fingers.
This I know.
And I know you don’t believe me but I also
thought you weren’t afraid.