flushed, self-effacing
otherwise titled David

I sat there very still in the straight-backed chair,
the kind of chair that usually makes me feel
like I'm reverberating off of that moment in time
in some impossible, screaming way
I sat there so silent so quiet
-watching- him mouth his words like a drill sergeant
like a messiah coming home
-listening- to how he was standing straighter than I was sitting
talking more dependently than I was feeling;
(his voice like a sleepy heat
like a cavern in his monotone)

I am no longer aware of myself.