a matter of mathematics and common sense

a matter of mathematics and common sense

A Poem by Philip Gaber



You left the party early.
Again.
Kept whispering in my ear,
“I have this social anxiety disorder.
I’m very uncomfortable. I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

You were wearing clothes that had the
morning headlines written all over them and
I was anxious to do a readability index on you; but
you disappeared before I could even recall the
formula to measure it.

I figured I couldn’t do anything for you, anyway,
but thought maybe I could have at least...
But probably not.

When I got home, I called you.
Got your voice mail.
You were probably hiding under the sheets.
Sweating.
Crying.
Petitioning somebody.
Maybe the Lord.
Maybe just your shrink.
Who knows?
You always held very secular beliefs.
Didn’t laugh much in those days.
Hardly cracked a smile.
Slept twelve, thirteen hours a day.
Ate next to nothing.

Whenever you did have contact
with the world it was always from
a comfortable distance.

You were always reluctant to talk
about yourself.
Your past.
Your future.
Didn’t even talk about your job
as a dispatcher for a cable TV company.

At night, you sat in front of the TV under
a blanket, even in July and August.

Kept your thermostat at 65 year round.
“One way or another I get what I need,”
you told me the day before your birthday.
You were turning thirty.
I came over.
Gave you a present.
A papier-mache elephant.
You about cried, but laughed instead.
Fortunately, my feelings weren’t hurt.
But then again I was a lot better at
compartmentalizing my feelings in those days.

© 2024 Philip Gaber


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Philip,
This is a nice stream-of-consciousness word-path exploring a rather complex psychological dig into one of those subtle quirks that we encounter from time to time... reminds me of my first wife. She COULD go out in public, but always wanted more than it could supply. But at the same time afraid she would reveal too much of herself to people she respected and liked. We ended tragically. To be in love with someone who does not know themselves is asking more than anyone knows...
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Posted 2 Months Ago


Thanks, Chris. I appreciate your time and feedback. I like the phrase "in-telling." That's accurate.

Posted 2 Months Ago


The interaction is palpable... a "story" in-telling.

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Philip Gaber
Philip Gaber

Charlotte, NC



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