Not With You

Such flattery!
He wants to slice literature with me,
over bread,
with butter; Cow Cream.

Honored! However, grammar
grows stale
with another.
Finger oils distract fine
construction
and I forget! I will forget
about
Charlotte and her dead sisters or
Simone and her young students.

I will forget about Maggie
and her wobbly skeleton!

Even if we carved classics
silently, your heavy breath
would cross centuries, rendering me
incapable.

Not with words.
Not with you.

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13 thoughts on “Not With You

  1. Love the last stanza (“Even if we carved classics…”) and the last two lines; they are perfect, even of word choice: Carved, classics, centuries, heavy, silently ~ Lily

  2. grammar
    grows stale
    with another. Brilliant!

    The words we use corrupt the meanings of things. We imagine that words are for communicating but they just get in the way.

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