is saying too much at an all-night diner to an old friend, is the way his freckles are ellipses across each cheek, is breathing in, breathing out, in through the nose, out through the mouth, breathing breathing breathing in the fluorescent light aglow in the bathroom stall, is the patch of dirt off of that road where the airplanes almost chop your hair off – where the runway lights always look just like home
Poetry
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I’ve always been a fan of nonconventional writing styles, and I really liked what you did here. The whole piece is just one run on sentence and as intimidating as that can be, you did a good job with it. There is also some great imagery too, especially at the end with the airplane and runway lights. The only thing I stumbled on what trying to figure out what the piece was talking about, but then I realized that it was “clarity is…” and that might just be a “me” thing. I’m really enjoying the experimental writing you’re playing with here!