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The noise of the chair falling
to the ground compresses
and fades into a single point
in space. The headrest
rises to your hand,
and you lower yourself
to sit again.
Smudges of mascara race
up your cheeks to settle around shining eyes.
With a fork, you remove
food from your mouth,
and like a conductor reconstruct
the medley of unchewed almond-crusted salmon
with garlic crisp potatoes. I unclear
my throat so that I cannot say,
“We need to talk.”
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Edit: I made a lot of changes based on the comments from you all. I also decided to try out a modified version of my original (per Achebe). Every possible change is still on the table and this should be considered more of an option than a revision. I want to look at it a bit and think.
~~
Slight revisions from a NaPM thread
The noise of the chair falling
to the ground compresses
and fades into a single point
in space. The headrest
rises to your hand,
and you lower yourself
to sit again.
Smudges of mascara race
up your cheeks to settle around shining eyes.
With a fork, you remove
food from your mouth,
and like a conductor reconstruct
the medley of unchewed almond-crusted salmon
with garlic crisp potatoes. I unclear
my throat so that I cannot say,
“We need to talk.”
~~
Edit: I made a lot of changes based on the comments from you all. I also decided to try out a modified version of my original (per Achebe). Every possible change is still on the table and this should be considered more of an option than a revision. I want to look at it a bit and think.
~~
Slight revisions from a NaPM thread
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
