When she writes I follow along a line behind and lick the page where she has laid her thoughts. My rough tongue laps up the little letters and she is left all gappy, incoherent and blank. No-one understands. No-one cares.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
love letters
She told me to eliminate words. So I did. When she starts to speak I draw in my breath - a suck of a whoop and I have swallowed a couple of phrases and she is left mouthing like a mute on a street corner. No-one listens. No-one notices.
When she writes I follow along a line behind and lick the page where she has laid her thoughts. My rough tongue laps up the little letters and she is left all gappy, incoherent and blank. No-one understands. No-one cares.
When she writes I follow along a line behind and lick the page where she has laid her thoughts. My rough tongue laps up the little letters and she is left all gappy, incoherent and blank. No-one understands. No-one cares.
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2 comments:
'she is left mouthing like a mute' this reminds me of anxiety dreams when you try to speak but nothing comes out. I wonder who she is.
I love the repetition of 'no-one...etc' It really works.
Thank you for another inspired piece x
This is you at your best. I love the new template too.
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