Time Spent with My Niece
A torrent of verbiage issues out of my niece's mouth.
It doesn't stop. It seems not to carry a great deal
Of meaning. Rather, it's tics and cliches and evasions.
It's air stirred to no other end than annoyance, to me,
Anyway. I gin up excuses and rapidly exit the room.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

Written on 2025-07-05 at 21:44



