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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