A thing or two

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.

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

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