Thursday, February 19, 2009

naming those edges

you make compelling sounds when you stutter your name, building soft layers around those letters, except the O. the O in the sky and the O of the wheel barrow. I imagine your spelling always meticulous, more syllables than I can handle. but a bit sharp on the edges, those suicidal edges. repetition drives us to edges.


  1. when you shout, your mouth makes an O! That's the moment when your soul wishes to run away through that hole!

  2. lol that's cute. my soul limps!