suki@reed.UUCP (Monica Nosek) (02/19/85)
He Finds Himself Too Busy For Her He is free and easy today; his arms swing long and loose at his side until he sees the lens of liquid brimming in my eye. Then he pulls me close to him but hardly touching and cuts his rangy stride to match my step. He is wishing that I wouldn't cry. He makes it all the harder not to. This time he pushes cheese potato chips across the table at me; it is not a peace offering, it is severance pay. I push them back and say that I'm not hungry. I lie. We share a drink-- two straws, no ice. I experiment with physics and hold my finger over the end of my straw then let the soda trickle down my throat. Once his fingers stroked my neck; it felt the same. I do not like to sit here in the campus cofffee shop with streaks on my cheeks; my pain is private. The editors arrive at four and want to talk to him about tomorrow's issue, so he puts aside his application to be next year's model dorm dad, and talks about his efforts to keep the world safe for democracy. Small wonder that his time runs short as his patience with me. -- -------------------------------------------------------------- Monica Nosek reed!suki