Is there an echo someplace here?
Perhaps she needs to disappear.
O’er desk, she’s bowed.
But still, he’s loud.
She cannot hear from either ear.
She fights the danger to go deaf.
He telegraphs in treble clef –
With stories old
And lines retold.
Where can she hire a hockey ref?
She slips in earbuds left and right.
He’s out of sound and out of sight.
The wire’s unplugged,
But still she’ll shrug
At his attention appetite.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Theme art – adapted from
public domain image
Still from The Stranger,
1946
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