sudden
ly
i don't want to e-l-o-n-g-a-t-e
my vowels,
or create those lovely rounded
sounds with my pen nib
chimney smoke in children's crayon scribbles
seems point-less, my pen muses
to strangle the keening cries of
thrashing consonants who don't
really
want to be here.
maybe
I'll leave my words to
dangle
in mid-air
dead letters.
and let someone else find them
instead.
---By Yue Lin, 'Let them lie.'

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