blog of poet, leah umansky

1.

Hanging the truth around your neck would be lovely. I just want to call it all out. I wish I had the word, but I don’t.

2.

In guiding human behavior, I’d ask for a whistle. A whistle, only you and small dogs could hear. In guiding; in behaving, or reserving space; eventually rises a scene of the domestic:

Birthing the modern domestic; birthing this day and that. It’s not the path that brings forth character; it’s the you. The you bring to it.  It would break you down, but not me.

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The world lies to us.    Sure,                                                    sometimes.  

But, I won’t.                   I mean, I don’t.                     

3.

Getting sucked back is enough to cause a rash. To remember life was grated down, diluted, poached only to ooze all over these days.  It’s hard to stay in the present.

4.

In the morning separating of yolk and white, I am happy to have my own kitchen to dirty.           

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