Some days…

The cursor pulses like. your heart. beating. in your head. Sit. Be disciplined. Write. Rest. less. Dis. com. Bob. you. Late. D. Defeating. Dis. APP. Ointment. Society’s. Scale. Dings. Downward. Use a different. Measure. But. Doors Slam. Mouths open. Wonder. Is it worth it. This fling. This thing. What if..llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

2 thoughts on “Some days…

  1. Dear Joanne,

    “Doors Slam” makes me think of Kincaid, “Mr. Potter – slammed the door – in my face” such a violent rhythm, I can almost feel it slamming – “sl” (slamming)- “ce” (face) – in mine and that’s what he was, a closed door, for her… And then “Wonder” even if you mean it as a doubting, it also echoes a state of Wonder and then Walcott, “What if words were more than black marks on white paper…?” and instead a place of discovery, revelation… So fun to think a little with you!

    Back to work, V.

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