A stutter.

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.

 

Stutter.

Don’t know.

me, who you are or you, who I am?

You flicker, furrow on your forehead, forget what faults

 

we have

Better early than late.

 


[Daily Post – Discovery Challenge: Memory; Daily Prompt: Street]

 

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “A stutter.

Share your thoughts, fellow pedestrian!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s