Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Talking Big

Teeth bare in a mouth, an expression that says "get away" or perhaps something else; the lines on a sheet of paper, hemming your words in when you wanted to TALK BIG; the scrawl on paper napkins, that three-pints fuzziness and the "truths" you wrote in unromantic, wonky letters.

You were never a poet.

But I knew what you meant.

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