Sport 41: 2013
Unspeaking Frankly
Unspeaking Frankly
I have held silence these long times now,
since the holding of it must be done by someone.
There is no other object I have turned so much attention to,
no unkind juice greasing like gasoline,
no low-hung fruit or un-grasped embryo:
tiny bites grossable, (worrisome),
weighed against the arm-bundle (I am worrying).
When I was a girl I thought I would be one of the speakers.
My mouth moved like the environment from state to state.
Time fine-tuned the senses:
all things can be wrong.