Wednesday, January 30, 2013

unborn conversations ...




One more time,
Worn and stiff and –
Still crow-footed from
Grins that can't help coming
In between:

     One more girl
     To hope about; one
     More face I've never seen.

                    One more con-
                    versation, spoke-
                    en out of one side,
                    Then the other, of my
                    Restless mouth.

                         One twin-lobed
                         banter dream that's
                         seldom been lived out:

                              What comes in-
                              Stead? Some girls flake,
                              Or nearly catch (but never
                              care to hear) that subtle call-and-
                              answer line.

                                                            This one? She calls
                                                            Back – hers just might be
                                                            A better-staged play than mine.
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  1. JKJanuary 30, 2013 at 11:29 PM

    Thanks for being one of the actual conversations, Becky. Keep your shoes worn and dusty, like they were meant to be (they'll make sure you find more stories – and talk themselves, in the end).

    *Thanks to Julie (LA skylines in December), fifteen or so shellfish I ate (nesting background), the WhyDoChildrenSteal blog (kissing practice & sexual impulse quote), and my new cousin, Otis (sky baby) for making this collage full.

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