where everyone gathers to speak
The body, a better listener, takes comfort in knowing
it didn't have a choice
Cross-examination is in fashion after all; in defense of taboo
the tongue well-intended, what's left of credentials if we're subtle like we should be
Your olive branch, the treacherous tête-à-tête, can still be in good taste
though the transcript may not include our names
Language has made liars of us all; silence is precision
binding the clauses of conversation; the awkward
pause, merely a figure of speech
unless performed in earnest
Your sense of certainty - a luminous window
my apprehension, a runaway skateboard
Enough with the transparent peace offerings; I'm aiming
at your expectations
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