NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 3: “Untitled”







The two parted ways hours ago
but their conversation continued on
in spite of their absence. The words
still hung in the space that they
earlier occupied. The words gathered mass
and weight and settled on the empty
bench they left behind. The words
generated bones, tissues, flesh, and nerves,
and soon the very person whom they were
describing materialized beside the table
that carried their cups: She straightened
her back, brushed her elbow, fixed her hair,
touched her cheek, rubbed her nose, smacked
her lips, felt her chin, and blinked her eyes.
“How did I get here?” she asked, astonished.


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