She speaks the sentence. Then, a
student at the board writes,
In English, there are three
to’s. Next one, …there are
three too’s.
Finally,…three two’s.
Prof: “So,
you see it?” Usual
silence.
“No one?”
Usual blankness.
Prof
again: “And how about
these:
‘ I watched my mother
exhale for the final time.’ ‘My
little boy looked up with his
sad face, and smiled.’
‘We saw fog spread
across river flats.’”
Usual
inscribing in notebooks.
They lied, those
memories of stuffing
garments __________________________________________________________...discards every trace
of noble attire and
elegance to become
an unworthy member…
into bags,
hauling them away.
Stepping
into this closet -- ______________________________________________________...opening up a
door for the word…
maybe
for a final visit -- _______________________________________________________The doom is nearer
now: it is at
the door; it has
lifted the latch.
here
they are, back on hangers, jammed
tighter than ever, dense
as the tar baby, _____________________________________…just sat…looking as cute
as a button and
saying nothing at all.
as
the briar patch. ______________________________________________________Drown me! Roast me!
Hang me! Do
whatever you please…
Impossible
to penetrate or
even to turn around.
In the loved place. _______________________________________________…during which one
realizes that people
with money are the favored
in life’s competitions.
Keeping wanting. Sibling _____________________________________________ …a goad that practices
on you and you
can’t get rid of…
in
the loved place. Keeping to
leave. Sibling ___________________________________________________…what a strange creature…
says,
“Stay in darkness. ___________________________________________________…has always got there
first, and is waiting.
Eat.” Sibling’s invitation.
In place _______________________________________...elementary
realities reveal that
are not confined…that they
partake less than the nature
of being than that of
language and can compel
whatever is beside them
to speak…of an
unforeseeable future.
“Stay. Consume. Eat
darkness. ____________________________________________________________This is the story…in
a cave.…head
encased in concrete.
All of it.”
