Talk to me like I’m not there,
And I will disappear.
Talk about me, in front of me, a piece of furniture,
And I will withdraw, resentful.
The glazed look in my eyes will be a shield
Against your stupidity.
I’m not deaf and I sure am not dumb.
I just can’t remember what I ate for breakfast.
Tell me a story and I will feel
The same passions you do.
My feelings have not evaporated
with my short-term memory.
I am living. I am alive.
Talk to me.