back and forth the argument goes
she could follow the thread if she wanted to
but her mind drifts on other thoughts
of sunny endless times
and 26 inch waists
{she wonders when she stopped mentally translating imperial into metric}
she thinks of diets and books
and who in their right mind would pay $32,000 for a dress
{skewed priorities}
when it could buy a whole library of adventures
she thinks on landlords and a quick buck
of people trapped in life
and burning infernos
she tunes back in for a moment
only to realise the argument
has tied itself in knots
it could take years to unravel
{keep them occupied for the rest of the term}
she sidles back within
has a cup of tea and a chat
with the various demons who have taken up residence
in her mind over the years
“give a man an inch and he’ll take a mile” she thinks to herself
{mentally translating the measurements into centimetres}
before picking up a book
and escaping for a while
into fantasies
Copyright June 2017
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