When Marisa B Crane speaks

” You will find me in the corner with the other unwanted things,” she says

Standing in the doorway – an isthmus connecting desire and truth.

Unwanted like recycled love, I think is what she means.

“What are you writing over there anyway?”

“I’m trying to write a poem about how lonely it is to be a poem.”

“You’re strange.”

“I know.”

The silence winds around this one bedroom apartment like a river bend searching for clarity.

Something Borrowed: Like no voice resonates, like no light shines brighter; This is what it is when Marisa B Crane speaks.

The goosebumps are etched like a permanent tattoo on your skin.

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