Doing Time

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Consider this her sentence: the syllables
of self she’d like to make some semblance

of sense of, someday. The way her veins
run blue, the true of her smile. Heart

-beat set against the clock, set true north, sett
-led by the sea. The tick of breeze. She’ll confess

to you her deeds, her needs, her bleeding
ink and lake, if you will only forsake the

endless squares and round-faced tock
of it, and listen to the stone-cold shock

of something different. Something small,
and simple. A laugh. A paper itch. A day.

 

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Prompted by PAD Challenge, day 12

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3 Responses to Doing Time

  1. Shawna says:

    Oh, yes! This is so good!

    “if you will only forsake the
    endless squares and round-faced tock
    of it”

    “and simple. A laugh. A paper itch. A day.”

    … my favorite lines

  2. lifelessons says:

    The something different is what we yearn for.

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