usurps precedent, infiltrates magnanimous
hands where they trend naturally - and told
to sleep. My attention thus gained, tactfully
and supposedly in keeping with things that
matter to women - like invisible strings you
sense after tension plays the correct note,
you’re interrogated
here, this is manipulative behaviour, a tree
full of Cockatoos behaving badly - and she
agrees; I need reassurance we have future
plans she says, loose ends plague present
intentions rather gravely
where you want to be; there’s a tonal beep
interrupt to sleep intermission, coffee break
she says, we’ll continue later, I gladly hear
words I listen for aren’t needed to clear the
impasse of just whose responsibility this is
or a different viewpoint, bit like my hearing I
say facetiously; she demurs, you’re okay as
long as you’re listening to what you want to
hear - for me that day’s suspended on nails
driven into the holes in my thinking
© 15 October 2013, I. D. Carswell
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