Echo-Maker

You asked for a bite-into-it story
But my necrotic skin would not yield
And your touch remained outside me

Your eyes accused men-like-me
chitin-dressed, kin to narcissus
echo-makers

What I said
What you heard

Pumice-words graze newly soft places

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echo-maker
echo-maker
make me a word

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We lack etymology
Men like us

Neologisms elude us

We dine on the afters

Word-shimmers
Image-glimmers

Sutures

© Keguro Macharia, 2009