Inventory I thought of recording their voices, tic-tock, but did not. Now they have flown from their bodies. There goes the bus of tomorrow toward which we can no longer run and wave, so we sit and teach ourselves how to speak without sounds. We sit by our animals and stare into their eyes like vowels. We sit among our little piles of objects next to windows, but no one comes, so we push our faces against the orange glass and listen, listen, listen till the trees stuff red cotton into our ears.
Inventory.
Irwin, Mark
Inventory I thought of recording their voices, tic-tock, but did not. Now they have flown from their bodies. There goes the bus of tomorrow toward which we can no longer run and wave, so we sit and teach ourselves how to speak without sounds. We sit by our animals and stare into their eyes like vowels. We sit among our little piles of objects next to windows, but no one comes, so we push our faces against the orange glass and listen, listen, listen till the trees stuff red cotton into our ears.