Susan McDonough
Between The Lines
I am thinking about my tennis game when it is you I should think about and how we came to be the way we came to be.
I am thinking about what to cook and all the time you are walking through the jungle of dendrites and synapses, pulling at vines.
I am thinking what I should wear and you are between the hangers sitting quietly with the belts and scarves waiting your turn.
I am thinking of where I am going and you are whispering that you think that you should come too. But I wonder, what it is you are thinking.
round VI, poem 18, 7 February 2006
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