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The secret tugs at my sleeve. A child looking for attention. It is not a big secret. But it is not the only one either.“ Strength in numbers” they say. For they are many. Many little things that — together —weigh tonnes. And take up space. And are quite noisy. The way only a lot of whispers can make noise. And they follow me. Little secretsof omission, desire, and denial. Of indulgence, hedonism, and exploration. Of peeves, passion, and deep-seated fear. Little secretsof despairanddisrepairandprohibited thoroughfare.Adelheid Manefeldt
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Indelible waitingl'art poetique". I will wait for the night to chase me.." I sit on a rock and watch children playingin the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house .Adelheid Manefeldt
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I sit on a rock and watch children playingin the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house .Adelheid Manefeldt