I tried to write today
How my fingers twitched and gnarled at every word I typed
This is even weird, fingers don’t gnarl at things do they?
Maybe it was the verbs that struggled to sit side by side with the adjectives, complaining all through the lines.
Add. Just. Thieves. Of time, place, manner, wait.
Do those even exist?
I thought those were Add. Verbs.
So that my feelings may gnarl and growl and gnash at any isolated memory of our time, place, manner, wait.
You see what I’m doing here don’t you?
I mean who ever reads between parallel lines?
What is there to see?
Yet still I tried to write today
But like with us,
This page remains blank, needless to say.
Kedy Prince Kwakye 