breathless update

Another exchange
of blips through either. Another
cut of soul, shamelessly laid bare. Another
heart in throat leap, trusting that SHE KNOWS.
WHAT? Eh, I dunno, whatever's appropriate
to know, reasonably accurate to the facts, within
the scope of the overlap between the mutual
understandings we each mean to establish, and
to otherwise question the questionable, even
if one's standing to ask is idling curiously
by the curb while you or they loiter indecisively
nearby, unsure of whether to tug down the hem
of somebody's skirt. You could get picked up
for that in this town, and when they drop
the charges for lack of any sense
it's not going to break anybody's heart
or make the day's news any smarter.
By the time it hits the front page,
it'll be mustard from a street vendor's
over-sauced dog.