analysis
if things were as simple
as this-
a world divided into givers and takers-
you and i might be face to face
on opposite sides of
the gameboard
playing out the last round in the only
language we'd learned, tactics not
meant to inflict deep
wounds.
but the mestres tell
us it can't be so,
that
i, for example, am round as an overfed
guppy, at risk of bursting from life -
guppy, at risk of bursting from life -
and yet so hungrily
return to your door
with
my beggar's tin, in my
Halloween rags, wading in my wicked
pool of melancholy. as for you, my dear,
Halloween rags, wading in my wicked
pool of melancholy. as for you, my dear,
the word is not yet out - so silence is
safer, and lingering in the sunlight,
listening harder for the pinching
safer, and lingering in the sunlight,
listening harder for the pinching
cues.
miriam adelman
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