Shakespeare without words

she read Shakespeare without the

words, relying on the actions

only---

words after all had brought her

nothing but grief in her short life &

she found honesty to reveal itself

much more true in what it was that

people

did,

as opposed to what came flowing

from their lips, often like vomit

rising right up out through the lips

like somebody who’d been sick on

a ship.

 

she preferred the tragedies over the

comedies & she whispered it to her

friend---he turned to her in their

intro class & that was when they

first clicked,

him in his new wave David Byrne

sort of getup & her

looking like she just thieved Bjork’s

wardrobe when she wasn’t

looking.

 

so they missed each other’s sweet 16

so they missed each other’s first joint

so they missed each other’s first f**k

so they missed each other’s first arrest

so they missed each other’s first show

but all is not lost as the story goes &

the battle of the shy can come together in

the strangest of places

under the most circumstantial of

situations &

when the door was opened

it seemed

oh so hard to

close.

 

that first spark will always be remembered by

at least one of the parties, but it could’ve been

anything really,

anything & nothing,

all in the right place at exactly the

right time &

how far will it go?
just what will become of it all?
they

got

all

the

time

in the

world

to

find

out.