she didnt say
she didnt say was a
play they had between them You wouldnt know
if I didnt say so he said every time something
crossed his mind so that shed know what he thought
he was distracted
he returned to the page he was reading he
wondered what she didnt say
to be precise she couldnt say he hadnt heard her voice since August
in August Time stepped in gooey
thick mud and slowed
when they were apart Time fleddidnt
stick around
if he could elicit a Yeah, sure, I’ll wait, but make it snappy, would
ya? no sooner had would ya? slip out of
Times mouth it seemed to be leaning in the opposite direction looking for
mischief or hustle and to leave him high and dry trying to slip the noose of agreeing to wait trying weak explanations to back its way out
of trouble
Time I didn’t do whatever you thought it was I
did.
Time could be convincing
Im innocent
itd protest its innocence was not accepting fault
or Time tried to hang trouble
on him
the cops wanted him to fess up
Time wanted him to take the fall
the cops wanted to close the book
he was no ones patsy
he wasnt a liar
cops could lean where did he see that before
but he wasnt changing his storyflipping facts
no way no how
he memorised faces badge numbers
names
hed exact his pound of fleshkeep
his finger off the scale
paybacks a bitch
he remembered their indiscretion
and wrongs in his sleep
forgiveness wasnt his reality
it isnt reality at all
reality stretched like saltwater
taffy
she didnt say he wished she could she didnt say
she didnt bitch about others
eating in front of her when she was taking food through a tube he tried not eating in front of her
she didnt bitch about others
imbibing in front of her when she was taking water through a tube he tried not drinking in front of her
she didnt say Stop he kept waiting for her to shake her
head No
her remedy was texting with her cellfone
while her left hand still worked her right had accompanied her voice
a clever app to her cell enabled
her words to be formed into words spoken by a queer voice a womans voice
it was a gift she gave them he felt
by not having snippets of her voice from recordings then electronic estimates of
what unspoken words would sound like in her voice
her voice then rendered into
a sterile reality
which
isnt reality either
her sterile voice haunting her
haunting him
he was grateful she didnt say
2307, Thursday,
19 12. 19
1509, Monday,
4 5. 20