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Mar 2016
I was sitting with a boy
We weren’t doing much of anything, just playing
Video games and eating crisps
We blow something up and he turns to me and says

“Man, if I had a piece of gold for everything I knew
I’d be no richer than I am now.”

I snort.

“Don’t be stupid, you know heaps.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”

I think for a bit.

“You know there is blood in your veins.”
“Yes. One gold then.”
“You know that it’s sunny outside.”

(He cranes to the left to look out the window and nods.
“Two gold then.”
“You know your name.”
He shrugs his shoulder.
“Sometimes. Am I the name on the lanyard I use at work? Am I my girlfriend’s endearment? Am I the nickname I had at school? Am I my mother’s darling or my father’s ‘tough little man’?”

He pauses. “I’d only give it a silver.”

I say
“You know that you were born, and one day you will die.”
Another pause.
“Three gold, one silver.”

After that we can’t think of anything else.
E A Bookish
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E A Bookish  Sydney
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