Wednesday, 6 June 2012


Come on, word…
Come out.
No, not like that- sit next to the right word that’ll escort you.
No. word.
Sit still.
I can’t tell stories without you.
Word. Word. Word. Word.

Eloquent- sometimes rhythmical.
Like the ‘tut-tut-tut’ of a telephone line.
How do I have you, word?

I have you…almost-
On the tip not of my tongue, but of my brain.
Frontal lobe- I can feel you… there hiding between the cortex and the intracranial tissue – moist.

Is it an ‘R’ you start with?

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