A collection of poems and "prosetry" for my "write every day (or nearly) for the entire year" project, titled PSITHURISMS. Beginning January 1, 2013.
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I trace the pattern deeper
grinding it into the flesh,
circling, circling, circling.
The vowels jumble on my tongue
and tumble out, spilling
into the creases of my lips.
Some things cannot be said -
not in all the languages of the world,
combined. The syllables don’t add up.