with shaking hand.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
sitting
listening to you talk
for an hour
and another hour
hour
hour
hour
until my eyes are glazed over
and my mouth is dry
and my hands are numb
and there's nothing left to do but
wait. (and nod)
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