mostly i overhear conversations|
and think 'thank god i'm not friends
with any of those people'
mostly i see small parts of stranger's
lives and think 'christ, that's rough'
tall gangly children awkward and worry-ridden
with kids and grandkids and avoiding any blame
married to money
not dead if a heart beat's all that's needed
not alive if a heart beat's not all that's needed
they are a steady pulse steadily growing softer
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien