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I am a big sucker for words;
I love words black, blue or red
I love words broken, patched up and pieced together
fixed to make sentences, conversation, comments, notes
and acknowledgement.
Words breeding life to a page, cracking our lips, eyes into gestures
that instantly and always transform our mundane human faces into something
of a marvel.
Words which articulate what a thousand pictures would never. Not even in a thousand years
I love words of our foremothers, words contemporary,
Words in languages ours, mine, yours and theirs
Words hurtful, spiteful, dipped in scorn and sometimes oppressive- I love these
words too.
Words which provoke actions, reactions, resulting reflection, retrospect-ion, influence
Words-said, unsaid, heard, felt,
Words of the heart
Words in our heads, on our minds
Words without which we wouldnt purely and surely

Must I get what the writing means
This itch’s growing unscratched;
You phone calling me
Me text-messaging you
Who said video-skyping will
make the heart grow fonder
a love-to- be-continued
Does it get better?!
I, with all thought, shall label this
Emptiness. This
Voices without yours. This
Faces which include not
the one I long to
kiss. This
Stories that aren’t ours
Emotions still abound. Here.
Here.
Smiling mouths paste easily on sad faces
Resilient, hopeful hearts carefully enclose in a body
A body trapped in a time
A time winding up and out.
That 16 year old virgin was born,
to parents dead now,
with HIV/Aids.

I need three dustbins- one I will sit in the kitchen,
the other in my bathroom/toilet, and the
last one in a space that’s just all of a sudden shut off
from my brain.
All I need for my new home is objects within which
I can dispose off those objects for which I nolonger have any use,
like the left side of my brain, which due to absolute boredom
brought about by my own lack of use, has hosed itself out of my skull.
I looked at myself today in the nude and realised that I have grown chubby in
places i was genetically promised to keep lean and flat. I feel like a 98yr old woman whose
husband has just recently signed himself up for the commanding role in a foreign war, just so
he can get away from the bitch. I fail terribly at being a bitch whenever i try.

“I’m sure everyone in this house
has finally turned their age”.
-Zoe Nk (6yrs) concluding May 15 to
be the last of 2011?s birth anniversaries
for all the people in our house.