with Reka Jellema
I have met you before
I can tell by the flurry of words
Spoken, not spoken
Assembled like confetti
Blown from my lips, flecked in my hair
A swarm of tiny letters
The sayable puzzles, and the unsayable
Were we meant to fit together,
And this blinking, squinting, mutter-mutter know?
When I met you before
Our time was running low
Written with Reka Jellema
© Brendan Bonsack & Reka Jellema
September 2014