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Iwasasilentandsullenchild, deepasawell, magma boilingatitsbase. Gettingmetotalkwaslikedrawing waterandbringingupalavabomb.
Icallherandshe rises, trailinga rainof rootsandstalactites, likethestormcloudattheendof childhood’ssummer.
Shesitswithmeatthetable, ahulkof electricair; ariver’s catch, raisedandsuspended.
Awholefarmhousehoversinthe gloom. Inherthunderhead thegentlecowsaretrapped, theirbellsringing.
SevenyearsIstayedsilent.Iwouldnottalktoherstorm-face oreclipse-hair, eventhatonenightshesoftened, andIsaw thelunararcsonherbrow.
Ilaythetable. Thewaxedclothisprintedwithsunflowers andlavender, poppiesandcorn. Thecicadas chanta grace. It issummerinourplates.
Thewineisfromourvineyard–aprehistoricvintage. The fruitisfromourtrees. Iweededthem. Iprunedthem. The donkeycarriedwatertothem.
MyplatespinsandIstarteatingCatherinewheels. Idrink thewineof newbornstars; sipcognacoldasCentaurus. Annemarie Austin
Samuel Beckett: ‘To restore silence is the role of objects.’
So. Without speech. I reach out to the object, a round thing, round with thing. So thing. With. So without speech I. Reach out to the object, I cry inside. I cry. Inside. So without speech. Without speech thing. Round. Round without thing. Thing inside, I cry. Thing I. Round and round and round I cry. Without. So I cry. Speech thing. I reach thing. Out. With I. I reach round thing to cry. Speech inside. I.