April 14, 2007

An Interjection, Sweet

There's a sugary line
Across your forehead
But I won't tell you about it
Until you're through.

I'd like to interrupt,
As I always do,
But I won't
Because you said I was inconsiderate
When I did.

You'd know something about that,
I guess.
These opinions,
Burst,
And then I have nothing left to say.

So you fill the space between.
Until I interrupt.
And you start,
All over again.

So that line of bagel jam
Will line your forehead crease.
And I will interrupt again--
To your distaste--
With another laugh
At you.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at April 14, 2007 10:56 AM | TrackBack
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