10 October 2010

Posted on October 9, 2010

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Your words enter my ears like water
They stay with me and rattle away
and wash through the tunnels in my mind.

I don’t want the pages of this fairytale you wrote so earnestly for me, without flaw.

The dress, the sparrow, my constant companions–
the only ones keeping me from the carpet.

Your voice will eventually stop rolling.
It will melt down into a perfect glass bowl
in which I will keep a little blue fish.

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