Who does not love, even a little, the sound
of his own voice? When the browser times out
I must prove my humanity by solving
an equation: 10 + 8 or 2 + 7,
in order to continue reading or making
commentary on the latest drama
that the world’s delivered to our door.
I ponder the question a little more
and realize it isn’t that, really:
not the speaking or the writing
as a one way telephone, but that even
above the canceling din and pummeling
wind and rain, all my histories
might count for something.
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