Whose thoughts 4/6/06
You never even know
Anything is wrong.
Maybe the kids got on her nerves today,
You think, unconcerned.
I don’t want you to ask.
I’ve lost the desire to tell you.
I want you to read me.
You never will.
You’re not psychic are you?
No. Or even observant
Or interested for that matter.
Why don’t I just get over it?
Shall I climb it with a ladder?
Or use a grappling hook?
This mountain of madness
With snow covered peaks.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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