Note the breadth

thud, thud, thud
the note pound my senses.
it reads, thinking felt.
the spaces between
reach towards one another
only to have their grasp
thwarted upon reflection.
pronounced initials
of first impressions,
whose brevity transfigures
misinterpretation,
decays under analysis.
living contrition assumed
when death is.

Fairly ignored

she spoke of
fairness and equality.
let’s discuss them,
i said.
she ignored
me.

Looking confused

she looked at me,
and i looked at her.
we both seemed
a bit confused.
maybe it was
that we had
nothing to say,
didn’t know
what to say,
or had
nothing to say.
hell, it could have
been we just
had nothing to say
and we wondered,
what are you
looking at?