Thursday


Alice Negotiates a Writing Workshop
Large.
Beautiful.
And.
Garden.
Words
on my paper.
You who smile so much
question
beautiful garden large and.
I knew them once.
Now they are forgotten jumblings,
large garden and beautiful.
I did not write them,
though they are there
now
on my paper.
I cry for the little girl
fastened in my garden
large and beautiful.
You offer me tissues.

There's another piece of paper I haven't written on either, though it is covered in neat words. I know what you want me to do. Choose one. "Cobweb," I say. And you smile your wide smile.

Yes, yes, yes!



By Kate Evans, 2008