she said the poem has two silences. the one preceding and the one following. But the silence I search for is the silence during. the captivation, complete and resolute soundlessness, stillness that seeps through the room like a blanket of snow. i long for my voice to take control of a room full of listeners like a boa slowly twisting but not killing. only holding each ear in perfect attention. and the silence remains, in totality, as I stop talking, taking a half step away from the mic, for a second longer than normal.
before the spell is broken and the pause button released at the sound of a hand clapping, and then more until no one is still. everyone is moving and making sound. As i skirt shyly back to my seat at the back of the room.
before the spell is broken and the pause button released at the sound of a hand clapping, and then more until no one is still. everyone is moving and making sound. As i skirt shyly back to my seat at the back of the room.
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