she talked talked talked
then married
his confidence
his cocksure ways
she kept talk-talk-talking
for the next twenty years
till she broke down
that damn confidence of his
that cocky style
these days
she plays mean darts
drinks beer
talk-talk-talks to poor bastards for miles
searching for the brimming confidence
for the cocksure smile
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1998-02-12
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