The quiet eye underestimates our ankles, soft against each other; idles in the under- ground tavern I sweep in my mind, deep into corners and back caressing the wall. I see mid-tones and heavy jaws of the dark; a few words sifted, careless. I’ve seen them. I’ve seen you, fly into a…
Tag: Vicky Curtin
Me; Orator
Tell me, stranger – your eye amplifies me – Are my words away though, as I hear them? blown out damp as the night air. It’s owned in my brain; tight until I speak and ooze. An ear of mine cranes, in exile – a dog. It can not near the master’s voice…