these cuts are too deep for words
I’ll sit in the dark -finally- able
& grope around the nameless shapes
Blindly and gladly
Make sounds that follow contour and breadth and depth
Hiss
and pop
choke
Exhale. Rale.
and sigh
Grunt
scream and cry
Exult and moan
Groan
Whistle
Blow
Shriek then sing
Wheeze and snore
Crackle
Cackle
Whine and rasp.
Sometimes, words come out
Other times not.
It may be a picture
Or, something that leaves a mark
It’s what is needed.
-Aric Bowie,
September 2025
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