I cannot hear
your subtle sarcasm.
Your darting jokes
swift & elusive
as summer swallows overhead.
I will notice, notice, notice
until it hurts
because
I cannot turn off the world.
Comment on observations…
only rarely –
that is what
the people do
& I copy the people
by noticing.
Day 8195: so far
they suspect nothing
so far
so good.
I also cannot see
your lies.
They do not
occur to me
unless I pause
& consciously ask
‘are you being as honest with me
as I with you?’
All the subtlety
of a twelve-year-old.
In that way I suppose it is
a slight disability.
27 November 2019