Text
I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird
We text, text, text
our significant words.
I re-read your first
your second, your third,
look for your small xx,
feeling absurd.
The codes we send
arrive with broken chord.
I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.
Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.
----
Carol Ann Duffy
like an injured bird
We text, text, text
our significant words.
I re-read your first
your second, your third,
look for your small xx,
feeling absurd.
The codes we send
arrive with broken chord.
I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.
Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.
----
Carol Ann Duffy
posted by 100hands at Monday, November 20, 2006
3 Comments:
You know, I don't spend nearly as much time txting as I used to...my dirhams last longer, but sitting in traffic is so much more boring now! :)
Good Lord, she's really something.
She is rocking it.
Knocked me back 50%.
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