In the middle of conversation you spit out your chewing gum
Onto the street, like its instinct. doesn’t ebb the flow of words. I stutter
words of distaste, taken aback. It’s the first time I’ve seen
you do something like that. It feels like it’s outside your behaviour rules.
Your expression changes.
Much like the day back when I complimented you a little too much
When your team won at the regional rugby match.
That I didn’t know you played.
me, who you are or you, who I am?
You flicker, furrow on your forehead, forget what faults
Better early than late.