The Bigger the Catch, The Better the Sound
No Comfort in Memory
I collided with an English teacher.
Tried to avoid him all year.
Leather stitched soles tangled. Papers flew. On fours tumbled.
Wildfire irises. A stammer.
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I collided with an English teacher.
Tried to avoid him all year.
Electric-light contact. Singed energy.
Door held open
Cage wires look the same, no matter the perspective.
Cardboard rubbing cardboard apart.
Charred pages thin line dribbles.
"The Secret Garden"
Exposed.
.
I collided with and English teacher
Leather stitched soles, pointed alignment.
Grasped support. Skin smooth like sycamore.
Deep, deep resonance.
First words spoke.
.
You are leaving.
.
There's no comfort in tightening throats,
but there’s comfort in the memory of it.
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About the Creator
No Real Balance
Reluctant Writer. Teacher.
Hawking vocal contests for love letters.
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