Lonely Girl

They don't understand her. They come from different parts of reality, even though they share the same here, foreigners. They don't care to include her, that which is different from themselves. Instead, they stare at her from across the lunch table and wonder why she never says anything. And when she does, they look but don't listen.

They talk through her, as if any contribution she would have would be fabricated, completely made up just so she can say something, anything. They are right though. She never uses the shortening of never shortened words such as, "vom" and "script", at least not in her normal speech that creates its own words and gives existing ones alternate meanings.  When she says, "wrap" they rave about chicken caesar.

They do understand her.  They come from the same parts of reality, and share the same here, foreigners.  They include her, that which is different from themselves. Instead, she stares at them from across the lunch table and wonders why they always say everything. And when they do, she looks but doesn't listen.