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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