her thoughts would be of clothes
that best reveal & still maintain
a decorum the young man needs
as he entertains gently with cold
soup. young girl turned woman
- thoughts returning to what
another had queried: why is - us
not real? how many must pass till
it can be, how can any 1 be - as
she stares past such a young man's
shoulder: she counts again the tiles
above her - words, silent. she softly
moans - the soup was fine, she is
fine, fine as cardboard as the other
had bated: it was fine. fine as 1
before experiencing how warm
a man might be 823.26 light years
away - yes, till then - all were fine
