already, i tell her.
you can stop now.
but there's more, she says,
so much more.
i haven't even told you
about my second husband yet
or my sciatica.
i think i've heard enough,
so no need to unburdened
yourself upon me.
she looks disappointed
and sighs, turning her
head to the door.
she's thinking that men
don't listen. men are all
the same, and she's right
to some degree, and wrong
in others.
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