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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Fragile Talking

Warm sunny Sunday

Come sit, my darling

You are yellow and blue but not afraid, not sad

Together we dent the couch, sinking in

You’re so close, I breathe you. My heart’s a balloon, filling, stretching.

Pick who you want to talk to

I ask you to give us some words, if you can. Are they light inside you today, effervescing at the top of your throat?

“Yes,” soft and fragile, floats like a bubble.

Finger crooked over the letters, darting: where are they? Don’t lose the word, quick. I’m breathless waiting for the connection.

Fingertip to key,

Words to me.



Absolutely beautiful Susan, and have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

— added by kim mccafferty on Thursday, November 27, 2014 at 10:39 am

Thanks, Kim! You, too! 🙂

— added by Susan Senator on Thursday, November 27, 2014 at 1:42 pm