family portraits

A pause chased my lip: it seems you
weigh your lust with consequence and
gaps fill space between blood ties:

you said something else too: you chose
to remove the dragging on your tongue
which formed a family, and I fit smoothly:

still life streams and we become you:
an image, too: there were days like this
our mouths moved and music came:

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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