Last night she said, I feel like conversation.
I wondered.
Does she feel noisy?
Dizzy?
Bloated and sick with symbology?
Is it like having many
personalities,
all demanding their due?
Can conversation really feel?
Like what? Important?
Bored?
Horny for silence?
Why go with ellipsis
when the literal rocks?
Does conversation
feel rocky?
Might it, like me,
feel like a beer?
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