You sit, bare feet folded beneath you, plucking marshmallows from your cocoa
Telling me about how you fought with your mom today.
My eyes are trained on you but my mind is turned away and I'm not listening.
I wonder if the movements your lips are making
When you talk
When you breathe
Glide the same way as when we kiss.
I probably will apologize for paying more mind to you
Than to the stories you are telling
But for right now I just want to watch
Like a child mesmerized by the lights on the car radio
Letting the sounds pile up like refuse in the back of his mind
Wondering how the hell something so small could be that perfect.