the polite

avec

breviloquent

moments

revealing the

underpinnings of

a latent

sociopath

(just take a bit longer

to look right in their

eyes),

muttering in the most

amicable way that can

be mustered,

the polite offer up

their assessment of

you---

“you are looking good!”

“have you lost weight?”

“so happy to see you here,

i wondered if i would”

&

the list of mentally rehearsed

slime rolls out the mouth &

down the chin,

like the proverbial butter dribbling

off the side of the proverbial

biscuit---

be a dear would you &

go to the kitchen to get them

a bowl to dribble into (if

they insist on continuing to

dribble) or if they are in a

rush to be somewhere,

a napkin or cloth

with which to wipe up---

 

muchas gracias.