What Is Not

by Perel Lubel, Contributor
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This is what is not.

I find myself pinned
against a wall.

It would be a lie to say
that I could never find the words to speak.

Emotions and cognitions and theoretical conditions
spread themselves out
becoming the river
crying and howling, rolling upon the ground.

Expressions of the mind:
that is what I would like to write.
I am not sure what that would entail.
It is
easier to write about what is not,
like painting a picture
but only coloring in the shadows.

I stand, poised, hand upon hip
while the cigarette’s ash falls onto my shoe.

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