Drawing in Bolsena, or Writing
If we take the length and multiply it by this, the rectangle, like so. Not a circle, no, but here it is. And, too, the scrubbing out, the dirty eraser. And then these random thoughts, numbers, like the floaters across the eye’s surface or the contractor’s sonnet. This part of the mind opens and the hand works, moves across the paper the color of wet sand, the canvas, the space. Something like automatic writing, that parlor trick. Here, this, and the downward slant, trailing off, and the swish of bell-shaped skirt, tilt of table. Hush. And over here, nothing. Kelly R. Samuels Kelly R. Samuels lives and works as an adjunct English instructor near what some term the “west coast of Wisconsin.” Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net, and appeared online at apt, Off the Coast, Burningword and The Summerset Review.
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