“I cannot decipher you because I do not know how you decipher me.”
–Roland Barthes
There was no text
To translate.
He lacked her context,
And could not discern
Her shape within her words.
Not yet a ghost to her,
He was translucent
And vague, unsure
If what she said
Was what he heard.
His edges slipped
Between yes and no:
A tangle of desire
Too traduced and troubled
To decipher with ease.
(May 28, 2017)
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