i listen.
i listen, then i can't listen anymore.
political
discussions will do that
to me.
no matter who you voted for.
so i stop
and stare out
beyond
where we're sitting.
i'm somewhere
else.
i'm levitating.
i'm flying on my magic
carpet.
i'm here,
but i'm in the air,
i'm out the door.
i focus
on a small plane entering
a cloud.
and then she says,
did you hear
what i just said?
what?
i ask her,
as i fall back to the ground.
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