Dialogue with myself – Bombay, September 2001

Your eyes, M
Keep them closed,
there is nothing you haven’t seen before
Keep them closed
Like your big, fat mouth
Maybe then,
you might hear what your own voice
Has always drowned out.

Try it, if you like
(I thought you drawled a little here)
But don’t do it for me.
Me, I left you way back there
There. Back then, when you were talking
about us talking.

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