On Mon, 21 Jan 2002 09:30:15 +1100, Printmaker <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>erminia asked
>"How will I spend now - 10.00pm in the night - these 3000
>calories taken
>in?"
>
>Wake up your old man. *wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more*
>
>Make him earn his keep...
>
>j
“Verbally”, or the pains of dyslexia
Some of these harsh words hurt her
because she was a flower bloomed out of a cabbage,
snowy face among leaves veined by some pink and blue.
No thought came to her mind.
The page laid bare.
Some of these remarks were so crude
that she’d perceive them as dolorous
pins under her nails,
torturing drops on her head, angels’ pinches.
She made a plan: she’d reformulate
the identities of those she’d met once
and pass to them the names of those
she’ d never known.
The day after, it was only when
I caught a glimpse of something wrong
in her spelling, syntax, and grammar
that she would tell: “The point
I was trying to make correct in my writing,
just wouldn’t embody itself, verbally.
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