
“you have a blue eye”
she said
“oh i thought they both were
green/ brown specks
he replied
“seriously/ somebody hit you?”
“no – i would recall such an
incident!”
“here is a mirror/ look.”
“i can’t see a thing. you must see
colours galore.”
“no/ i think you deny it/ keep
secrets from me…
is it over a woman?”
ha! ha! what is your imagination
doing to you?” he’s surprised.
“now put your new glasses on
and have another look.” she points
to the right eye of the poet
who cannot see anything blue
on his face or his skin.
he makes fun of her.
“ho! ho” – she imitates his laugh
Sarcastically
“you wish to put me on and it
annoys me “ she repeats.
“ridiculous – he replies…
you make a scene for nothing.”
“you are aggressive and a denier
of facts.” she says aloud.
“indeed? i’m also no streetfighter!”
“go – and leave me now
i do not wish to travel home with
an aggressive man.”
“sure – good-bye.” he rises/ pays
the bill for a milk-shake and
ice cream
and leaves for the subway in a
disturbed mood.
no wonder his friend recommended
that she’d see a neurologist.
warped.depraw
zoltanzelan
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