Other conversationsA Poem by Marie AnzaloneYou did it again, didn’t you? You visited her, took what you wanted- left with your world, and all of its
belongings rearranged in perfect order- using her help; her, shall we say, particular knowledge of your exterior and interior
design. You turned the stove on }set the pot on the burner, warmed it up a little. And left before the water even came to a boil. She wants you to leave her also unable to form a coherent sentence or walk a straight line to the bathroom door. You need to be an artist in this medium, too. Imagine for example, that you are going to paint her as she presents herself in front of you. Now put your mouth in all of the places over and through which your mind and eyes are running. Start by using your gift of words- when you have exhausted their usefulness, you are ready to commence conversing in tongues. © 2018 Marie Anzalone |
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Added on June 7, 2018 Last Updated on June 10, 2018 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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