*** in the morning
Death in the afternoon
And it was dark
Milling about stacks
Of paperbacks and out of focus snapshots
Some of her in the shower
But pay heed
She's an iceberg
Warm her up on a bed of nails
Until she's a plaintive waterfall
And then tie her to the scaffolding
Of a clean well lighted place
What remains out of sight
Through omission
Through silence
Through childlike syntax
Shall float to the surface
In its own due time
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
*** in the morning
Death in the afternoon
And it was dark
Milling about stacks
Of paperbacks and out of focus snapshots
Some of her in the shower
But pay heed
She's an iceberg
Warm her up on a bed of nails
Until she's a plaintive waterfall
And then tie her to the scaffolding
Of a clean well lighted place
What remains out of sight
Through omission
Through silence
Through childlike syntax
Shall float to the surface
In its own due time
To the master of the Iceberg Theory, Ernest Hemingway
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