by Debra Girard on Thursday, June 23, 2011 at 8:11pm
United States of Fugue.
by Debra Girard on Friday, April 22, 2011 at 1:55pm
A fleeting thought
A fleeting emotion
What was it?
What IS it?
Some vague irritation
Growing blackened branches
From the occipital
to the eye sockets.
To nasal passages.
To the tongue that must always be placed on the palate
Not below, never behind the lower teeth
Quiet, not allowed to move
Is it some ancient sense of anger?
Some Insipid grudge that wormed its way in?
What was it?
What IS it?
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