Hey, can I see?
What did you say? I didn’t hear you...
oh, you know. the usual
it’s really not a big deal anyway
mentally, I roll my eyes. I know it’s not a big deal,
to you at least, but I’m curious.
I can’t help but remember my moms’ voice saying:
Remember, curiosity killed the cat!
I’m curious, okay? I like the sentences
and pictures being completed. I’m not trying to be nosy;
I’m not trying to barge in on your life, I’m asking about things
you already said to me
you showed everyone else in the class
things everyone else already knows about.
you showed everyone else an image,
my people crowding around your shoulders,
I squeezed in there too,
everyone smiling and chatting about that image,
wow, that’s cool! where did you find that? that’s messed up, in a good way
then the computer shuts,
people step back,
and I have no idea what’s going on,
I asked what happened? what was the image showing?
it wasn’t too funny anyway, you don’t need to care
I hate this.
This is the way you’re treating me?
Oh, screw you. I brought a book today,
Why do I need others when I can dissapear into inky words?
Books are just