There in his
Room
By: Leslie Li
Hikida
He mumbles as
he leaves the bedroom
and I lose him
somewhere between
hallway and
kitchen.
I take a drag
from the cigarette I’m holding,
wondering what
he’s just said under such
measured
breaths.
Perhaps he’s
said he adores me,
that I make him
happy,
and that he
hates to see me go.
Or perhaps he’s
said he detests me,
that he can’t
wait for me to leave,
and that he
wishes I were anywhere but here.
Either way, for
the moment I am content,
there in his
room, with he in the kitchen,
and I on my
back.
I remember this one. :) You showed it to me a long time ago. I really like it, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cascade! You have a good memory ;)
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