quick-fix

What would it be like? i ask
and you are bemused.

pity pools in your eyes
escaping before
a knowing smile tugs into a smirk.

how will you ever know?
say your lips
politely pursed shut.

will you ever know?
instinctively your head
shakes no, no.

Startled.

Blanch…tighten…rigid…re-mask.

a hand rubbed face

erases…

an imperceptible nod

encourages instead.

 

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