Chatter

O the pile of fish gleaming
So you can't even see the
  
Woman saying, "Honey, what's
Your number?" You stare at her
  
What seems like hours.
What keeps you from just
  
Going round the counter? It's
Not so far and then you'll
  
Get to hear your name
In every language, hear
  
How the flounder might fit
You in its mouth, how the urchin
  
Would open so you could
See its soft palate, how when
  
You move just past the tines
And push it says, "please"
  
And tightens round your finger O
The mysteries you turn away from
  
By simply heading for the train
Or picking up the phone, tap tap
  
Tapping on the keys waiting
For the right time when all around
  
The world is jostling you,
Telling you it's ready.
From the Mortality Sessions
Gabrielle Calvocoressi
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From the Mortality Sessions

Gabrielle Calvocoressi

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