“Can a thought hear itself see?”
–Susan Howe, Preface to ‘The Gorgeous Nothings’
To speak of someone
is to speak of myself
in the dark, yet still
turning, find no echo.
I am no more myself
than I am some other.
I think I hear footsteps
following, roughly
pulled and pushed
through my hesitant
misunderstandings;
what I see is shaped raw
like blooded words
upon a tattered tongue.
(November 3, 2014)
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