You think that you have a good grip these days
Then the phone rings
Your girlfriend is laughing, smiling
You hear a male voice coming from some holes beside her ear
Sound transformed into electrical impulses
Sent via wires, via satellite, received and then infuriating
So you walk ahead
There are two old men with five different plaids between them
Even a hat one man wears is plaid
Matching plaids is harder than matching paisleys
She smiles at this; you didn't realize you were speaking out loud
Unbeknownst to you you're trying to get her attention
She wears a baseball cap, a thin jacket over a t-shirt, jeans,
And a scarf which is wrapped and re-wrapped and wrapped again
She has hung up now. You say, that's really twisted, pointing
At her neck. She laughs now. Snuggles against you a moment
Like a cat in a garbage can, like a mosquito into a light
Then is gone, paying for a ticket. She blows you a kiss.
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