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The Sound of One Story Clapping


by Tantra Bensko


And aren't we are so then so rarely

The hero in another's story

When we want to be.

 

And why are we so always

Rounding stories on the heroes

Who don't want to be?

 

And aren't we are so then are so rarely

Heroes in each others' stories,

And wish for sounds of two

Stories making love?

 

Todd doesn't does he want to be

The hero listening to these stories.

But still he is isn't he by being one

I want to hear the secrets

Told enchantingly in the gray

Aren't they arched doorways with vines

Coral colored blooming and

Dark wine. His listening

Creates it does the beauty

For the stories to appear on,

Boldness that to make

Them happen so much poetry

Out here, it's hard to live.

 

I am scraped and burned

And thin and coughing

To make the most intense and dreaming

Aren't they stories

With beginnings and fast endings

Cruel to all the needs to stay

And live inside them—

gone as soon as the scene's made

real inside as violently                                                             

as necessary. Love, I'm gone,


I'm not no nowhere til I tell

Your stories behind scarves to you

And will you listen, will you turn

Gradually away and arch vertebrae

By vertebrae in the doorway arched,

Way away, down and up and gone

But gray and coral colored

And dark wine.  

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