Even without the spoken word
as transcript, I fall through
context as if from a tree,
cracking branches and ribs,
finding solace in dislocation.
Alternatives are pointless
to parse, being unspoken.
Yet, a story’s happy ending,
too often, exists elsewhere.
Negotiating past conversations
into a tremulous present,
I am always somewhere else.
Rarely, am I here:
outside the tangled bramble.
(December 8, 2022)
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