Pretending to fumble for breath mints
or cherry flavored chapstick in the depths of my pack,
I reached in and turned the palmcom volume down so low
that Shelly's story sounded like nothing more
_____than the purr of a contented cat.

"We sat down at a table cluttered with empty bottles of Corona.
I was wearing those silver sandals that lace up my legs.
Our feet touched under the table,"_____
I heard her soft voice say.

................................................... home