Tuesday, January 19, 2010


[Here's the next of B.N.'s poems, which begins the second part of the manuscript]


Among the small gestures
of intimacy is
that of taking the hand
of a woman and saying:
He will come back.
Things turn—
from beautiful to ugly
funny to bitter.
Like this inside me
you know, what I believed
to be bright red is
pale pink.
I like speaking in
bird calls,
imitating the being of
any small thing.

© to the author, 1983-2010


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