Cindi Silva Poetry

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miscommunication| a vignette|

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Miscommunication
A Vignette

I

he asked her for her phone number
and she just laughed
he asked her if she wanted to have lunch
and she just laughed
he was offended and walked away

she laughed because she didn’t speak
English and he asked her in English
If she understood she would have given him
her phone number over lunch

II

She often thought about
what it would be like to be a soft
furry bunny rabbit
with a wiggly nose and
hop everywhere she went
She had so much energy
A vegetarian at 19
he often thought about
eating rabbit stew
with potatoes and carrots
but he never told her
because he didn’t want to fight
he wanted sex
and she didn’t tell him about
her bunny fantasy
because he was 10 years older than her
and he often laughed at her stories
she didn’t like to be teased
she shared her thoughts because
she wanted to feel close
he only laughed because he adored her

III

He didn’t get out much
he spent most of his free time
at home
on the internet
playing game apps
she lived not too far 
down the street from him
she worked the night shift
he worked the day
she wrote some of the
apps he loved to play the most
they had so much in common
but the fickled finger of fate
raised it’s nasty middle finger at them
and they never met

 
 
 
 
 
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Author: Cindi Silva Poetry

I'm an artist, poet, writer, activist and more. I like writing about the ordinary and transforming it to extraordinary, which I think it already is but you may have been to busy to notice. Sometimes I write about politics, love, relationships, and every day strife. If you like my blog, I invite you to follow me. Thanks for stopping by. Peace and great joy to you always! Cindi

One thought on “miscommunication| a vignette|

  1. Something can’t be. Too many walls of separation. A amazing story in the poem.

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