Legs crossed tight, I watch
two women discuss their jobs
and buying new dogs.
They talk about food,
losing weight, moving away,
husbands, growing old.
They sit close, phasing
through ways of sitting, watching,
but never touching.
I fidget, nervous,
pretending not to listen,
but obviously...
Saturday, November 12, 2011
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