Shingle Speak

May 27, 2007

Street Abandon

Elly Simmons

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My body spoke to me today.

Popping in languages forgotten,

Red in anger that I forgot her,

In plodding one foot in front of the
other

The other is the myth of stress:

Cure it, fix it, soothe it.

We forget, living is challenge;

We forget we are fragile in flesh.

This flesh, my flesh, your flesh,

Tender in all its survival,

Has words louder then our mouths

Could ever invent. imagine, expunge.

Can you hear them?

 

 

kimsmith

2007

 

 

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Blue Muse

Elly Simmons

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