Jul 13, 2020
1 min read
No Stethoscope Required
A poem on eavesdropping
Eavesdropping used to be fun a while back,
My mind slurping on other people’s drama
like a child sucking on a mango seed.
Maximum juice extracted, and then injected
into my imagination of their stories.
Ah, the webs that I spun…Charlotte would be proud.
