November 23, 2020

 

Contingence

 
 
 

Contingence

Curiosities hurl their extensities in my
direction. I do what needs to be done.
Like when fresh cake is gristly it calls
for an appointment with a dentist.

Unworded sentences sometimes burn,
at times words bruise us. Patrons of
parlance acquire hidden blades to form
connections for others to bleed.






Article © Sanjeev Sethi. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-05-11
Image(s) are public domain.


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