You. Quite petite, yet brutish. Soft skinned with a hard gaze.
Reading a copy of “The Dynamics of Persuasion.’
I pictured you with a toothbrush mustache- a product
of the cream atop your Starbucks latte.
Goebbels deems persuasion the act of lying
over and over, more and more loudly.
You and I. Repetitively exchanging glances.
Declaring our differences in silence.