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By Madison Date: 2001 May 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.01.22.17.18853]] |
| I've been brooding. Somber as a silent bird. Nested deep in a chino cushion, red walls surround me like a womb. Sun-speckled arms of mountain laurel fidget impatiently outside the window. I've been brooding. Stewing in the pointless words we bleated ear to ear across the wireless waves. Promises surfacing and resurfacing like corpus delicti from the bottom of Crescent Bay. A soft hiss of silence through the plastic earpiece in our hands. Make it or break it pivotal tones. A hush, when what we needed was an orchestra. You have one minute remaining. Rambling, ambling, and yes we digress. Picking at our string of words like beaks in feathers. My jaw catches. My mouth, cracking dry as splinter-boards on its plume. Why couldn't I just say it. M. Madison |