March 26, 2010

Shannon Peil


She's talking
it's more than that
there are words floating across her lips
and spilling, tracing over and lifting off her tongue
out of her and into being
surrounding me, her, them, us
filling the room
this moment makes me lean forward, my senses dazzle

And for one sharp, breathless moment we catch eyes
to the point where I cannot think, or react, or
pretend I wasn't eavesdropping.


Shannon Peil works a desk job that he prefers not to talk about. He also edits and occasionally writes at

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