Literacy

The poet

reads

 

clues,

nuances,

movements,

fragments,

and behoovements.

Not just books

Red-marked papers,

stashed in kitchen crooks.

 

The poet reads

secretiveness,

triumph,

unexpressed defeat,

sincere humility

and whiffs of conceit.

-In just an eyebrow tweak.

 

The poet

reads

the way one hugged less,

Or pushed in more,

slight differences,

How someone walked out the door.

 

The poet reads,

That which you did not admit,

or consciously know to emit,

Even the literal you thought you

sucker punched with,

Gets ignored

-In favor of the eyebrow twitch.

 

Because the poet is always reading. 

Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014

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