Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Sometimes he went to the office without having slept, his hair in an uproar of love after leaving the letter in the prearranged hiding place so that Fermina Diaz would find it on her way to school.
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

In a college a boy with hair in his face
and on his face
sat at the long oval table
and said
WHEN THE WORD IT IS UTTERED
IT IS CUT OFF COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY
FROM THE UTTERER
AND IT BECOMES A FORCE OF ITS OWN.
I said, with my messy hair, in a messy bun
DON'T KID WITH ME
A WORD IS NOT ALIVE
IT HAS NO NUCLEUS
IT NEEDS SOMEONE TO READ IT.

And the sexy/ugly charming professor said
NOW NOW.

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