Ergo, Divulgaro
By HiramDiaz
"Have you read See-mus?" I ask. "Y'ah. He's like an Irish Collins." I'm wishing you would reply. Instead, you correct my neanderthal pronunciation. "Shay/mus" you say. Passively denouncing my attempts at intellectualism. "Sorry..." I mutter. You sit, arms crossed, staring into my eyes, wondering what posessed me to waste time on reading anything but Victorian British poetry. I stare into my glass smiling, sitting on a raft that rides the placid waves of a wine I know nothing about. I stare hoping you would join me on this frivolous journey. Instead, you turn your gaze upon the chandelier.I am Tired. Sleep Summons Morpheus. He must change for her sake. :O)hiram Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 07:21 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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""Have you read See-mus?" I ask...."