boston talk

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,
here,
I say
‘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
how long
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.

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