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
wondering aloud
speaking without thinking, again
once more forgetting her manners
not checking to see if I might be hurt

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}

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