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On a pronunciation of ‘I am’

To the speaker,

I couldn’t help but

notice that little difference in your voice,

your ‘I’ swings low, into a lul,

almost saying, if not following a ‘U’

in its shape.

 

The ‘a’ appears almost over matured,

crafting a din like an ‘e’

but resounding like an ‘æ

forgotten in olden days and long past times.

 

As the ‘a’ strikes against the ‘m’

there is a hidden subject,

a small child between the letters,

something that smacks of an ‘l’,

but just barely.

 

In your voice I can hear

the ‘a’ reaching out to the ‘m’,

as if afraid to fall short- terrified.

and I can feel your tongue

reaching out to the roof of your mouth.

Like the tentative tongue of a virgin’s

reaching towards the labia

of a woman he doesn’t love.

 


Scrambled eggs.

Fuck Hitchcock

the birds woke me up this morning.

disheveled

in a mid morning daze

from a long night

needing to rest well through the dawn,

they woke me

and were adamant about keeping me that way.

trying to gather my thoughts

as i take myself out the door,

words like cars barely getting through the gate.

‘fuck’ slides through no problem

with its inborn confidence

but the word morning

seems to get cut off at the ‘m’

forcing me to shovel it up

from this early traffic jam.

all the other words are carrying out

but if I try to stop and look at them

they fold back on themselves

and i have to read them backwards

as i drive by

and carry it all around the corner.

She saw me then

and I felt ashamed.