You learn something new everyday.
Like how a conversation
That doesn’t mean anything
Can unzip you or prick the bubble
You’re wading in to the tide
Learning that the sand moves towards
The sea, in slow deposition. And
A shoulder, is like that too.
You shift towards a bough of flesh
Who wears the empathy mask on,
You converse about a moment in history
A moment of conscription
When I was writing on my room walls
Like a prisoner does, to survive
And that conversation, takes a chunk
Out of you, like the top sand
That deposits on the ocean bed. So
A friendship begins.