Wednesday, 04 November 2009

NOT LISTENING

You’re outside in the hallway
Shuffling letters and papers,
Making a noise
Like a mouse in the wainscot.

You want us to know
You are there,
Not listening. 

You want us to know
You might be listening. 

Your resentment
Seeps through the door-crack
Like a thin plume
Of acrid smoke.