B. McGILLICUDDY
There was this girl
She talked an awful lot
After three weeks of conversing with her
I felt like I needed to say more things
Then I talked to someone
And kept talking
And talking
For a very long time
It felt like I was writing a novel
With my mouth
They sat there, listening, nodding
Comprehending
Getting bored
I had trapped them
In a verbal singularity
Eventually they said they had to go
Eventually I realized that I should have
Let them say something
I left the girl
I told her she talked too much
I feel like I should have let her say something
When I was leaving her
But I didn't want to listen
To five hours
Of one person
Trying to make me believe
She didn't 'talk too much'
B. McGILLICUDDY
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