Round you go,
upside down,
ducking under,
swaying aside.
Questions dodged
like an intense game of squash
except the rules have changed.
Step to,
dance across,
turn a bend,
walk away.
You have never changed.
Tag: lie
Phone line
I ask you where your eyes
find light – your mouth
falls down the back wall
to the receiver, hanging
limp by its cord, mumbling
love and family like trickles of water
flowing into a drain. Not
a downpour. Perhaps
I should have asked
a different question.
One that you’re more comfortable with?
Treeshallow Musings 