he couldnt hear her over the
racket
he couldnt hear her through the
dead space the walls
the acoustic in the old house
were lousy
and their roommates consumed
their words jealousy unforgivingly
emerging into the hallway
walking out towards the livingroom
-- Im sorry
I was in the bathroom taking a leak
I couldnt hear a word you said
and she repeated for the nth
time what she had said
never
--
If you would just listen to me when I speak
at first blush it was
irritating
but you learn things when you
move in with people
learn unseen or unrevealed
habits
that maybe the only way you
ever would would be by moving in together
but they had learned
they learned they could shut
them down by simply acknowledging them
everyone wants to be heard not ignored
they were no different than
anyone else
but the dead space from room to room was hard to tolerate
not that there was a choice
inadvertently and not a bad lesson they learned to speak face-to-face only
eyes-to-eyes
as people should when they
address to one another
not that vacant hideous gaze off elsewhere as weve all done when the fake-listening
machinery kicks in
and the head goes into mechanical programmed nods
funny how that nod is so
similar to the nod ones head makes when they are falling into
slumber
while
watching TV reading or at class ambitiously scheduled too early in the morning
she repeated herself
and he was glad he asked
she had this keen possession
and way of looking at things he hadnt imagined
she refreshed him endlessly
far more often than she tread
on him
their conversations were
spirited
they were passionate quick-tempered confrontational
but they knew that of each
another
they learned their roommates
were abrupt too
demonstrative
HAD to captured their attention
if it was waking them to then whisper to them
brushing their cheeks as they slept
or stomping around in other
rooms long after they had turned into bed for the night
although
the dead has limited venues and
has to be resourceful
1346, Monday,
21 4. 14
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