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[gnaedigefrau]

Only When I am Quiet and Do Not Speak
Only when I am quiet for a long time
and do not speak
do the objects of my life draw near.
Shy, the scissors and spoons, the blue mug.
Hesitant even the towels,
for all their intimate knowledge and scent of
fresh bleach.
How steady their regard as they ponder,
dreaming and waking,
the entrancement of my daily

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[misconstrue]

this reminds me of that poem you wrote about your grandmother and your father and your uncle. you should post that one.