This was originally posted on Yum Yum Union.
My voice gets faster every year
in the city of school men.
When I lived with school boys
and school wives, I talked
louder and slower.
Whether asked to or not.
If any body asks me a question,
‘I don’t know’
and repeat the question.
Lots of people like that.
The trouble with a badly indexed mind
is that you can’t tell
you’ve been badly indexed.
Because of a lack of organization,
you may just be noticing it now.
A possible explanation for my I-don’t-know’s.
Lots of people like to answer the questions they ask.
The trouble with perceiving the conversational impatience in others
is its inward barb:
you were just waiting to talk, too.