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There’s a 
message in your hesitancy,
That gap of 
time before you speak That tells me more about the moment
Than any words you may come up with.
I have been 
studying all your silences
For many 
years now. I note each pause,Its spacing, its timing and then its cause.
I have made a science of your silence.
I have become an expert on uncertainty, 
A 
connoisseur of caution, a devotee ofAll doubtfulness and your indecision,
The local authority on tentativeness.
And I have 
tried everything to stop it: 
Fed you 
lines at times, kept talking overYour pauses, or quickly looked away
As if distracted by what you might say.
And I have 
imitated you to you at times,
Used your 
gestures, opened that chasmBetween my speaking parts and filled it
With the nothing you’ve always shared
with 
me.
A Slip
It was something 
so 
small
in the greater scheme 
of 
things,
a bit of history 
that can’t be fixed,
misplaced words,
a lapse in judgment
with consequences
as heavy as time
as heavy as silence.
Normally, we said
the expected
as if it mattered,
patterns we could
predict and tame,
routines we 
knew
were safe to 
say,
except that 
once
when I went 
on
to say what I 
said,
words, I still 
hear,
things, I should 
never 
have said out 
loud,
but 
did.
J. K. Durick is presently a writing 
teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. 
His recent poems have appeared in Literary Juice, Napalm and 
Novocain, Third Wednesday, and Common Ground Review.
 
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