.
Half a million words
lie in my basement
(our basement)
tumbled in wait for
post-apocalyptic feast
when I will devour them
alone
in one
long
gluttonous
wordy
orgy
.
No.
I will savour them
slowly, in tiny mouthfuls
of delayed gratification
Enough for a book
or three, or five
Took that time to write
Take that time to read
.
makes me pause
wordless
devoid
.
I will eat my words
(our words)
Gone, carry on
This loss bears
no witness
.
I will feast
one final time and
watch the basement implode
⁃ zand, May 2019
sandie zand 