Charades

[Todd]

While I know I'm not fully getting the content, it doesn't lessen my enjoyment of the poem in the slightest. I love the title. It feels like a metaphor for what we're not able to say. This does strike me as a little more pictionary than charades but I don't mind because pictionary is sort of ugly sounding and it comes across either way.

Shrinks him with notebook and pencil
stuck in the throat of her table.--beautiful opening. I'm in love with shrinks. It's sort of the act of describing diminishes someone. Stuck in the throat is also very cool for its dual meaning (a physical place and tying back to the title on what can't be said)

A flower suspended;
plucking at petals--reminds me of the old they love me they love me not...another sense of ambiguity
leaves only its Latin label.--reduced to its base description without nuance...stark

Sex and Death, we guess.--appropriate with a flower
She shakes her head,
her hand forms
an illegible scribble.--love the ending. In a way, it makes me think how we're all alien to one another.

I'm sure I'm missing a lot. It's lovely work though.

Best,

Todd