four days

She has restless hands
always rubbing her man’s leg
or her own
twisting her rings
endlessly clutching at her tousled hair
touching her face when she speaks;
I get the impression her hands are a steam valve
for the humming machine that is her mind.
She speaks slowly,
her brain already paragraphs ahead of her lips.

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