Wingdings Poem by John W. McEwers

Wingdings



I speak in boxes and skulls
I talk in circles and waves
and when she hears me
she limps
and when she touches me
she dissolves
into teddys
into high heels.

I'm saying no,
but she's not fluent in me.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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