a to x

 

 

 

When I first learned the alphabet, I also, simultaneously, learned shapes.

A. was a circle.

B. was a block, a girls block.

K. was always a shape with sharp edges.

I. was the boo, used only in negative constructions.

V. was a lovely women, her carillon bells sounded with cloth hammers.

O. was the cardboard rectangles, corpulent wax cubes I ate for breakfast as a child.

G. always took the shape of intimidation, the caret wedge mark on the man to

indicate were the decay was to be inserted.

S. was the shape of Charles, my lifelong friend, devotee to the hollow screw.

D. is the shape of the past tense, dobby for the figured weave.

X. was always and always will be the shape of a can, the one that layed empty

and inverted with that tin will.

L. was the law of freeze, the chilled egg-nog when Christmas season is long past.

You know, the shape of stiching made by hands with adopted fingers.

Huh?

 

 

Alarmed, my indulgent mother rushed me to the family pastor for council.

He said, the boy has quite an imagination and only needs prayer

and took me and her and he to the big garden

to adjure, even with mothers gloves

made of lace with square mesh,

under the barren tree.

Reviews

[sienikeha]

lovely. your voice is completely unique.

fdbk: stiching -- stitching?

[Emily B]

my doctor asked little anna once if she knew her all her colors, she didn't stop for a minute and said 'i know all the ones i like'

give me the creative child every time