more than we can write. erase
and unpick the seams. words tarry,
waver and leave this place, this room,
scuttle back into corners. sweep the house clean,
cross the words and know that when the time is right,
they will come again, dripping from fingers,
folded , torn, photographed in plenty.
wondered about misspelling, maybe
missed the point?
sbm.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
more than we can write. erase
and unpick the seams. words tarry,
waver and leave this place, this room,
scuttle back into corners. sweep the house clean,
cross the words and know that when the time is right,
they will come again, dripping from fingers,
folded , torn, photographed in plenty.
wondered about misspelling, maybe
missed the point?
sbm.
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