One-way conversations for two (or more)
Throat tightens, gut acid stirs;
whose hands strangle the arteries
throbbing cold in my head?
Competitive conversationist disorder --
what you would call who gets to get
the next word in edge-wise;
self-scoring points for making sense,
subtle offensives feinting defense.
Each little cheese wedge,
each sip of dull wine,
serves only to widen the crack.
Knowing glances exchange,
with polite smiles.