What they are not

January 6, 2014 § Leave a comment

The eyes of another
on my words,
is paralyzing.
It freezes my hand,
misshapens my words, bends
each letter over the next,
until numbness is scrawled.

Eyes and heads and noses,
they squint and wink and shake and snub,
and hands
controlling my pen,
straining, to see if ink spills
in beautiful puddles.

Are my words

They are
to me
but what if not
to you.
Such a silly thing, the fear of words,
not being
or being
too much
being taken
not for what they are
but for what they are


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