Small Talk
we sat and she grabbed my eyes
and she said, I love you.
and she said I made her smile
and then she started crying.
I didn't really know how to respond,
so I just smiled and took in a breathe
of her poison perfume.
the wind blew in through the crack between the doors
and I shivered.
but I wasn't even cold.
she was just weird
and I was just tired.
but she came too, and I got all wired.
my eyes darted her all night,
until she said my name.
then I just closed my eyes, sighed
and let it echo in my mind as I crashed my jaws together.
I watched her breathe,
until I was hypnotized by the rhythm
of her raised nipples going up and down in the cold,
and my soul laughed bold.
she turned to me and asked small talk questions
and I gave her small talk answers.
and we made small talk
until it grew too large,
then we let the silence take charge.
and it was comfortable,
and I liked it.
and we didn't say much else,
we just let the nothing do the communicating
while we gave an occasional cough
and a nervous smile.
and it got late and I wanted to leave,
so I said goodnight and she did the same
and I walked out into the invisible rain
thinking
she makes me smile...
then I started crying.
� neda hakimi
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