Bill Alton

Poetry


Grammar

Voices whisper at me. They’ve been coming for a while. I don’t know when they started.

One day it’s quiet. But then I have company. Like a fat man at dinner. Uninvited.

My voices don’t like me.

You’re going to die, they say.

I didn’t used to believe them. Now, I don’t know. I don’t know how to tell with these things.

Outside, it’s quiet enough to hear the stars. Quiet enough to walk across town and back.

I walk slowly and I walk fast.

Mom’s waiting in the living room.

Where are your shoes?

I go to bed.

The sun comes up like a dying cat.

Today, we’ll dissect sentences in English.

Published by Bill, on September 18th, 2009 at 6:31 pm. Filled under: UncategorizedNo Comments

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