Sunday, December 12, 2010

REVERBERATION

She spoke only in
echoes, not by choice,
but because she had
been wed at an early

age to the theology
of elastic speech.
Whatever I read
to her, she recited

back to me, word
by tired word.
When I sat down,
she was on my lap,

repeating my name
to anyone who'd listen.

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