Shut Out

Hey, can I see?

What happened?

What did you say? I didn’t hear you...

uhh, sure

oh, you know. the usual

never mind

it’s really not a big deal anyway

mentally, I roll my eyes. I know it’s not a big deal,

to you at least, but I’m curious.

I can’t help but remember my moms’ voice saying:

Remember, curiosity killed the cat!

Screw that!

I’m curious, okay? I like the sentences

and stories

and pictures being completed. I’m not trying to be nosy;

I’m not trying to barge in on your life, I’m asking about things

you already said to me

you showed everyone else in the class

things everyone else already knows about.

When yesterday,

you showed everyone else an image,

my people crowding around your shoulders,

I squeezed in there too,

everyone smiling and chatting about that image,

wow, that’s cool! where did you find that? that’s messed up, in a good way

then the computer shuts,

people step back,

and I have no idea what’s going on,

I asked what happened? what was the image showing?

nothing much

never mind

it wasn’t too funny anyway, you don’t need to care

I hate this.

Seriously?

This is the way you’re treating me?

Oh, screw you. I brought a book today,

anyway.

Why do I need others when I can dissapear into inky words?

Books are just

so

much

more

reliable.