Incessantlly, intentionally, she says his name as though we may decide to like him if we hear it frequently, mellifluously, imbued with her affection.
And when she speaks his name, it sounds as though she's holding on to it to keep her breath and heartbeat moving to a tune she's sure we've heard and she is hearing.
Within hearing distance are the consonants, the vowels, the syllables that form when tongue and teeth pronounce them. She pronounces each as if her life will not collapse if she repeats it.
She repeats the vowel sounds and little fences made by consonants surrounding, and as if protection is a function of her voice, her heart and hemline, filling in the blemishes, the vacancies.
She is enlisting us to close the openings through which the letters of his name might slide, might inform the aura that surrounds his lifeline of the mirror image of a struggle through soft white clutter of a cloud.
She requests our hope for leveling the plot of land that stretches between people as if to take away the barriers she knows are there and will be there so long as we can see them, taste them, reinvent them.
loss, communications inflections, languages limitations, the obsessions of ordinary lives, the limitations and advantages of the feminine condition, an incessant awareness of nature(?) - the fundamental necessity of communication/ the necessity of "hiding" that, that must be spoken(!) or otherwise communicated.
loss, communications inflections, languages limitations, the obsessions of ordinary lives, the limitations and advantages of the feminine condition, an incessant awareness of nature(?) - the fundamental necessity of communication/ the necessity of "hiding" that, that must be spoken(!) or otherwise communicated.
Crescent
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