Just Fun Right? or The Language of Glancing Eyes

There are puddles of oil polluting
the environment surrounding us, and you
made me like it. In a glance, we read each
other’s pupils without even being close enough
to see them clearly, then quickly
avert the eyes. As we look away from each other,
so no one notices our noticing,
we whisper the name of God
catching our breath. All of the filth climbing the walls
around is a memory for an instant, so we keep looking
for that opportunity again, calling it all just fun.


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