and subdue
our own thoughts—
because we've been so-
instructed.
But it's disconcerting
to hear melody
sung without lyrics—
and lonelier
than one would care
to admit
to be caught
in such a glamorous close-up.
At least when there's bickering,
we know that
all parties care enough—
we know that
more than one
distractedly fast-moving,
cool, detached
stranger to us
finds this hole
where someone's head was
too interesting
to pass up.
