These conversations never go
as smooth as
you would hope.
But then: even the water
that flows
from the tap,
at some scale (you
must admit), is
full of gaps—so
the same must hold true
for the very air
you exhale—
to say nothing
of those quips,
which initially set sail
with such zeal
on each rocky
and pockmarked gale
(each one assuming
a placid landing,
and each intended
to sound juicy
as a ripe fruit), but which
rather quickly
find themselves
marooned
and full of pits.
