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Sonatina
from Miriam Solan's A Woman Combing
 

Couples all looking and looking.

T.V. talking and listening.

Dusty antennas. Dirt may be copper.



Slowly they did not begin to hear. Some did not begin

to hear for a long time. Slowly some did not begin to

hear for a long time. Now now. Even now. Now and even

them. Older women went up and down in their disciplined

affairs with what the French call retinue doing as they

do. And do they do so? So they do.



We feel we feel. Feel so much. So much a feel. Feeling

for it, no oyster closer.



Why is there a dinner? Why is there a dimmer?

Why is there so much brilliant suffering? Why is there.

Shell me ouch. A hurt what is a hurt. A hurt is what

hides each one to seek. Beseech. Son of a bitch.

Steps up, many steps up, more and many many more.



Bunions are what hardening leaves behind what could be

soft if there were as many light steps in men as women.

Insteps, stone steps, half steps, umbrella steps. Women

and men.



For a very long time everybody shifts weight and then

almost without a pause everybody steps. All steps are

the same except composition which is balance going up

or down all steps are different. Banister between the

ears.



We step up as if to balance. Balance is not there. It

is going to be there and we are here. This requires

some step up for us naturally.



Escalate a little cheese. Tray brings irrigation.

Everyone is taking returning. Hole in a mold. Moldy

hole. Legs are all used. Armrests.



Once I was very full of convictions then that was over.

Over stated. Underfed. Lost in talk, look, listen, love

found I do tremendously. Dream trend us ly. Three men

does free. Pardon me. What is the purpose of not

keeping it in like it would never show? Hello is a

necessary science. Take two.

 
 
excerpts

Miriam Solan
 




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