Charlie said to me, "it's all relative to
How we percieve ourselves.
And I am insane. You are equally so, but are
Relieved of it by me."
Long talks like this weren't unusual between us.
Every now and then, Charlie
Sipped his coffee and adjusted his head.
"Forever and a day now," he said in a mock-British tone,
"Losers have pondered the ways of the insane."
Everybody around me shook my shoulders,
In agreement of sorts.
"So," I spoke finally, "You don't want me anymore?"
Charlie sipped, sucked air, and clicked tongue.
He circled a finger around my body and said,
"Eventually you will not be able to survive a
Romance with a rabbit." |
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