thinking to death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: April 09, 2012

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spun himself about, he did

when she said what he wanted to hear &

then what came next was the torturous conclusion of

a series of steps

ranging within the mind

which might have been going on the whole while that

he was asking her on the outside

just what it is that he worked himself up to---

now,

whether or not she too

was bouncing around in the badminton of selves,

making her way through the personality convention in

her head like shirley ardell mason

on a good day,

neither will ever know,

but what did happen during the sequence of events

was that somewhere along the line she picked an

impression to give him

with the subsequent performance that did accompany

it

so that the batting of the eyelashes &

the witty sarcasm that dove off her tongue

juxtaposed & left him with a

sexy intelligent woman, who

just at his fingertips,

now made him feel as if he was moving round &

round & round in a

hula-hoop,

with nothing but a dizzy head & an aching heart to

show for it,

because rather than allow himself to be ecstatic with

her decision to spend time alone with him,

he rambled & rambled

churning all the possibilities of failure that might arise,

wondering about the men that she was already seeing,

wondering if he would be that paranoid guy who will

not trust any movement she makes

if it isn’t with him,

wanting not to be possessive or jealous,

but not wanting her to think he didn’t care,

wondering if he’d made a good initial impression on

her

(& if he could ever do it again),

wondering just exactly why she wanted to see him

again,

this time alone?

analyzing every breath she breathed,

taking ever word into a different account,

breaking down every gesture that she made,

meticulously deconstructing every physical piece of

evidence

which had anything at all to do with their brief meeting

whatsoever---

and then, she reconsidered her choice,

saying that she had just forgot,

the evening she said she would be free to see him, she was actually busy.

 


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