. . . probing what we feel we know for some kind of truth.
- John Hollander (1929-2013)
The rewrite, darker than riddles, upends you.
Is this how it is?
You return to your room
and the tented books
and your search for a common theme
in last chapters.
The voices continue.
The feeling of motionlessness . . . again.
Did you think the misunderstanding had settled
after that morning in the coffee shop
when she asked about the book?
Turn the page.
Read. Please!
Go through the motions.
The chat was inevitable. Insignificant.
The font size a diversion
resurrected from long ago summer evenings.
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| Deborah Turbeville |