listener,
on the edge of my seat
with questions
and studied interest, while
other days, no matter what
someone is telling
me, how wild the story might
be, i'm
bored out of my mind
and i've got
no game,
nothing to add to the
conversation.
clocks seem to stand still.
birds in flight
are stranded in mid air.
even snails seem slower
as they inch by.
i never know which way
it will go
until it begins.
drinking though, seems to help.
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