After Never without Visions by Miranda, (from July 2008), by JKD
Broken whisper her
stutter-mouth
lock,
solidify
A syllable’s longing,
emerge from
window. View fallen
to clatter.
Teeth—cold—heat—
Not wood
or sought I
verbs—visions—vocabulary
Spark,
the edge of
past shaken consonants.
The self
breath’s wheeze
fallen
in instants
overheard
many
scratched out contexts,
bordering on
golden—plastified—crimson
a shelf life of,
I said, nothing.
By choice.
Picture
blank.
Patio—terror—alabaster
where she showed
In forming languages
held, whole,
The place of trust transpired.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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