CIRCA 1979

…IT GOT QUIET

and the silence made a knot in my stomach

and you asked ‘what was I laughing at’

and I told you ‘the silence’.

You seemed skeptical,

and you got a little paranoid

because you thought I was really

laughing at you.

and I wanted to comfort your misunderstanding me

but I didn’t know how, without seeming false.

So I kept quiet

and it became silent again

and I asked you to hang up because

(and I did not tell you it was because

I felt like laughing again.)

I was tired of

explaining.

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