I wonder...
2002-08-25, 11:37 p.m.
She speaks of hazy, smoke-filled images...
Sketches of me...
And I wonder if she knows
How I bite my lip when I'm nervous...
When I'm scared...
If she knows how I hide behind my hair,
A screen I've longed for since the razor,
Held deftly in my hands,
Left it lazing about in mysterious circles
On the chipped tile floor...
I wonder if she knows that I'm miserable
at making conversation,
filling up voids with nonsensical ramblings...
And I wonder if she knows how that word feels in my mouth...
Nonsensical...
S's clashing with the C,
Foreshadowed by the whispered N's...
I wonder if she knows the depth of my voice...
Scratchy... Quiet...
And then suddenly I realize that she knows
She knows...
She knows nothing.
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