So, what will happen first?
a trip to the moon, or another night at the cabin?
Which is the better fiction?
This is her voice
speaking without thinking, again
Once more forgetting her manners,
not checking to see if I might be hurt by her words.
She asks these type of questions,
not because she expects an answer,
but because it is what pops into her head.
Some day she will notice my wincing,
but tonight it is dark and she is not even looking
in my direction.
thanks Scout Finch