Where’d ya go?

Went waondering off in my headfigured ya woudnt mind

Could have left a note.

A note

       I didnt go anywhere note triggered Miller  “. . . composing music in the key of sassafras.”

You were in the basement. When I called you didn’t respond.

I wasnt listenin  I was gone

Why does nobody else I know, or ever have, except for you, are able to turn off their hearing?

They want to hear

Are you being funny?

You don seem humouredso  no

                                 Weve had this conversation before

We have.

           You could be courteou . .

. . Leave you a note

                      I’m downstairs.

Youd come down an interrupt me

    Correct

If it were important.

Important can wait

Do you hear yourself?

If I wantwhas important

                           Wha youd deem important is important

Then whaif it isnt to me

                                                 An youve interrupted me  Im never gone long

Am I

    No.

This is an old house. You can hear me walking overhead floorboards creaks.

If I were listening

                       I was  Off

To address your question  Again

I grew up in a large family You know

Call it privacy

Call it selfsurvival

    Ill leave a note

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Maurice Blanchot  “. . . if writing is defining the unknown . . . it must always leave the unknown to be unknown, even though its purpose is the attempt to uncover and to disclose that unknown.”