The dissatisfaction
Rolls on the tongue
Like the lingering word
Reciprocity.
My imagery,
<I> heard him say,
My imagery of you is me.
When mirrors start laughing
You know you’ve cracked,
Repeating yourself
After seven years bad luck.
My childhood of <write>rs block,
Knock <three times> if it’s you
Such naïve little birds
Are the ones that hit windows,
So now I’m looking out-
But here
Stop to look back,
Read <a>loud seems softer
Than the words that happen
When you don’t speak.
So speak to me,
Read me aloud and I’ll speak to you…
Not here, not now though,
But some<day>
I promise
I’ll talk to you.
Submission Name: [louder and with more feeling]
