Listen

Listen to what he said
Hear it
The words in the tumble dryer of your mind.
Shrinking, morphing, some words lost.
Incomplete, like socks, some gone missing.
Only remember what you want to
Only the syllables that sound pretty in your novel of events.
But stop
Turn it off
What did he say?
What did he say...
Oh.
I see now.
I think.
Oh...
Turn away.
Blinking.
No longer the heroine in the epic tale you wrote for yourself.
Just one woman turning away from one man.
Human
The words fall to the bottom of your tumble dryer brain.
No longer spinning
No more heat
Fallen, real...
Noted.
Sigh deep.
Turn the words over in your hand.
Until the next time you need to go for the spin.