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Post by Emad Fouad on Jul 22, 2007 11:21:19 GMT -5
Lonely in Her Distant Corner
We betrayed her the wide one in the furtive daylight from the window openings black in the darkness spiny like a hedgehog.
What does she say anout us now? Maybe an entire week passes without touching her without us even seeing her there in solemn stillness.
We pass before her like strangers who all at once discover their foreign presence in a place without greeting or look of recognition for the courtesy.
We betrayed her and left her lonely in her distant corner heavy when we lift her over the waterlogged floor tiles To sweep from under her our dust. We remember her only during the visit of strangers or the entertainment of someone dear.
We have forgotten her patience with us for two months when there was none but her to watch over the plant that grew with criminal serenity.
Alone she was patient with us and with your timid, feminine fear she carried our weight in the nights when we tried to discover our bodies. She grew quiet like a mother with her quarreling children.
We betrayed her this old sofa that breaks to pieces now in the racket like a woman who proclaims her final protestation and dies.
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