Small Talk

When they came up with words, I wonder how they assigned meaning to them. 

Did they hold it up and feel it in their palms, 
Get weighed down by the words 
And divide it up into categories 
Based on how similar they were?

*

You sat there, one leg over the other,
One arm splayed across the head of the armchair 
And I noticed that your shirt had a spot of yellow
And your stubble seemed more intentional than
An active attempt at passivity.

I didn't say anything, but 
A cigarette in between your fingers would have seemed perfect-
Typical, actually.

*

The Type of Word That Means Sad
The Type of Word That Means Happy         
The Type of Word That Means Love
The Type of Word That Means Hate
All The Words That Are Extensions and in-betweens 

 
The Words You Will Look For In Your Mouth But Which Will Make You Feel Like Your Mouth Is an Abyss And You Could Say Everything But It Would Still Not Be

The Words That Will Come Naturally To Your Mouth Because They Were Fed To You From Mouth to Mouth Because Your Mouth Is a Clock Repeating Itself Daily

*

I could imagine you dressing up for a party
And putting in effort if you didn't like the other invitees 
And laughing and making small talk

And laughing at yourself

(because that's small talk as well) 
And going back home to shave that pretentious goatee
And washing your blade with an extra intensity
And twisting your tongue in your mouth like
If you could, you would slice it clean.

*

I wonder what they were thinking when they were thinking about 
Speech. 
Did they know they were the original creators- the pioneers, the real Old Masters
The Founding Fathers, the Invaders, the Everyone Who Would Make Everything Be?

Did they know that shouldered that kind of responsibility? 
Or did they throw around terms like

absolute, temporary, definitely, always, never, depression, ecstasy
Arbitrarily? 

If I were them I would have designed each word with care 
Every Word would be unique in its imperfection

Although, of course, 
Arbitrary or not, 
That is exactly what they've done.

*
I can imagine 
You tying your shoelaces with extra care
And people calling you pedantic,
You walking down the road with your fists in your pockets
And people calling you non-chalant,
You knocking on the door once
And pausing deliberately

And people calling you overly-assuming .

         
And opening the door 
And staring at you blankly
Because though I've imagined it so often
It will be unexpected.

I can imagine
You tying your shoelaces with extra care 
Because you needed extra time of not looking into anyone's eyes
You walking down the road with your fists in your pockets
Because your defense-type is 'Constant Crises'    
You knocking on the door once
And pausing deliberately
Because you aren't even sure you are wanted. 
 

And opening the door 
And saying 
'This is unexpected'
Though we both always knew that you would land at my doorstep anyway
And you responding with 
'Is this a good time?'
Though we both always knew that every other moment besides this
Was irrelevant
And making small talk with each other  
Even though we both know

You came to my door, looking for an escape
A comment on how you look like shit and how you haven't changed
Because God knows you were only going one way.

And you'll not tell me how you

Never cleaned that shirt, but stopped sitting 
Leg over Leg 
And I won't tell you that that was because

You stopped being an invitation 
And started being a 'No Parking' sign instead.            
And we'll talk about Important Things-
Using words that are should mean everything to us-
Which hold no meaning really- 
And we'll exchange a handshake as to silently confess

That we wanted to know each other through more than

What words can express.

And I'll say it was a pleasure you came 
And ignore the desperation in your eyes
And out of courtesy, you’ll ignore the hopelessness in mine

And respond with 
'Likewise'.