Wednesday, April 18, 2012

otherness

we always love what we can't do
        -charles wright

would you like to slide
behind my eyes? see what I see?
reading is always
a voyeuristic act
and writing a revelation.

but we love it: the chance
to step in and out
of someone else's dream,
and the words seep in
like ink on skin
and we inhabit
this whole other life
for a while, just to try it on.

we always love what we can't do,
or make, or take.
either that or we hate.

Christine Fojas

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