Posted by: ratnarao on: October 24, 2008
Wonder if the twitch of that woman
Meant I existed.
Posted by: ratnarao on: October 24, 2008
She rests a hand on a wobbly knee
Her bones could be heard creaking
What can she do but move with
So much exciting shopping to do.
Posted by: ratnarao on: October 24, 2008
There had got to be something
Beneath all this big movement
And umpteen noises in the vessels.
We thought deep-set irony was all-present
A smirk, a delicious wink, long strides
In green spaces towards empty buildings
As though it was all settled.
That was not. Even their irony lacked.
Absence did not matter. Nor being.
We smacked lips for nothing.