“I hate that <br />fey way <br />you stand <br /> <br />hand on hip <br />such.. a poser! ” <br /> <br />I smile inside as he copies me. <br /> <br />“I see...” <br />I say <br /> <br />(thinking I had thought <br />of a clever way) <br /> <br />to hide the awkwardness <br />of the broken arm. <br /> <br />You go on <br />like a river in spate <br />(a river of spite) <br /> <br />Go on mate <br />get it off your chest. <br /> <br />“I hate that flick of the hair <br />that toss of the curls <br />as if you were a girl! ” <br /> <br />I smile inside as he mimics me. <br /> <br />“I see...” <br />I say <br /> <br />(thinking I had thought <br />of a good way) <br /> <br />to hide the nervous tick <br />the paralysis had brought. <br /> <br />“And when you talk <br />- or mumble rather – <br />- you always rest your cheek <br />- in your hand <br />- like a bad actor <br />- always the same gesture! ” <br /> <br />“I see...” <br />I say <br /> <br />(thinking I had thought <br />of an excellent way) <br /> <br />to hide the way <br />the face collapses
