Sensitive instruments;
Dual-input,
location finding.
Mine are fine tuned:
In his office, yards away,
A former manager a comment made.
My ears received,
My tongue quipped in reply.
Surprised, he exclaimed,
“You heard that?
I’ll have to be more careful
About what I say in here.”
A coworker standing next to me
As I washed my knife
And she sliced food for lunch:
Under her breath,
Perhaps muttered,
“I’m tired of you”
But my auricular instruments
Failed me, for it seemed there were gaps
Between the words heard
And what was uttered.
Did I miss words between “tired of” and “you”,
Or perhaps after “you”? My brain sees the gaps
But there’s no information to fill them with.
Was this directed at me?
Should I query in reply,
Missing information to supply?
But the moment has passed,
And my excellent ears
Have triumphed
And yet failed again.
Copyright© 2015 H.K. Longmore
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 