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Adrift

by Anita Mac

Clinging to a life-raft
of strung-together
words I left unspoken.
Legs swinging in that last spill
of half-truth
I was straining not to tell you.

I would be lost to your knowledge
of every corner of my mind
were it not for this small
Mitzvah of omission.

11/20/2008

Posted on 11/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/20/08 at 05:57 AM

I love that last stanza. It's just brilliantly and very cleverly done.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/20/08 at 06:14 AM

I appreciate the brevity - most effective. Thank you.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/20/08 at 05:22 PM

"Legs swinging in that last spill of half-truth" i want to steal that, but even if i did i don't know what i would do with it. and i missed your call again

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/20/08 at 09:36 PM

the first three lines did it for me.

Posted by Christina Bruno on 01/05/09 at 01:46 AM

this was excellent. i loved the first stanza

Posted by Laura Doom on 06/11/13 at 08:55 AM

In the absence of a collaborative relationship, I can at least immerse myself in your individuality here in no man's land...

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