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Little Theories

Little theories
arranged by bones:
can you hear them?
The canary in conversation
with a hungry beast
swallows–a gesture
so blank, it is only met
with a careless glance.
I travelled here, between
the hour of silent coffee
and badly dressed men.
Their suits remind me
of electricity, how it matters
until it doesn’t or
it never did.
Posted 01/26/18
Inspired by an erasure poem constructed from Virginia Woolf's "The Voyage Out".
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