Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Voices


Sometimes I hear a familiar voice and I look up expectantly.

Only to see a young woman.

The realization sets in that the familiar voice was long ago.

While this woman's age is right.

Mine is all wrong.

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Purveyor of paralogical compliance to verbally mediated reality, artisanal smut, with a pinch of full time flâneur tossed in to taste.