sun comes through the window
but never fills the whole glare
[…]turn the inner outward but the private part revolts
Dan Beachy-Quick, Puritanisms
He guards his thoughts jealously, until often when he speaks it is like a judgement is being pronounced, though you can never be quite sure what the ruling is, exactly.
There may have been a time when we were not yet completely the people we are now, but we certainly always contained them.
These are the little games you play with yourself, every bet hedged.
I have finally learned how not to speak.
Arna Bontemps Hemenway, Elegy on Kinderklavier
All excerpts from The Seattle Review, Volume 4, Number 2, 2011.
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