Her Eyes Closed, Her Mouth Shut
like two chicken pies warming at noon- all five of them
- We just got to see Chicago, by god!
- amidst his squirrel friends with a bag of nuts
- gaze pensively off into the mists
- her eyes closed, her mouth shut
Her eyes closed, her mouth shut. Or maybe it was the other way around. She left her boyfriend to gaze pensively off into the mists amidst his squirrel friends with a bag of nuts dangling from his hand, forgotten.
Like two chicken pies warming at noon with no one around to eat them, so did their hearts beat side-by-side but not together.
This boyfriend was like all the rest — all five of them were listless mist-gazers, pensive and befriended by arboreal rodents.
“This road trip is over,” she declared.
“But why?” the boyfriend whined. “We just got to see Chicago, by god!”