blog of poet, leah umansky

Noir

This is how memory works:

Layers. Colors. Clusters. Spots. Vibrations. Epigraphs and the dead.

We are the mother of invention:  the dream, the romance,

                                                                                                 A place alive.

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Let’s make this subterranean:   we carpentered it all out.

Nail by nail 

I:  wanted to spend more time with it.

You:                                                   

                                                                                                            well….

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This too then will pass – a little thing.  We will learn to understand the difference of echoes and sound.

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                                 Did you know the word “aye” used to mean forever, as in a lifetime, as in continuous, but now it just means the singular self, a pronoun or self-sacrificing appositive.  Of course, I hitch myself to the Middle English– as I do to forever.

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This isn’t precalculus.

© Umansky 2009