you know you're crazy, don't you?

after another bold

face lie

and betrayal, i tell her,

you know,

you're really crazy, 

nuts,

you know that

don't you?

i make the swirly

finger around my ear

to give her the international sign

of being

wackadoodle.

you are totally off your

trolley.

her eyes get big

and wide as she retreats

into the darkened cave

of her soul.

she holds her breath

and begins

to turn blue, but then she

gets a text message

and says.

i have to take this.

hold that thought, this

will take a minute

or two.