Quietiskept Two

Vintage Words


You can hear one bug crawl, one

dust mote land. Moonshine has a

sound discovered, a paper rustles

without being touched. Quiet kept.


Sudden, without the anticipated

cacophony of corridors and reception

els measured in square footage.

You enter so that the moments

may pass before you realize

what it is that is kept.


Without pause, quietiskept, you

have spoken off handed, off center,

sliding easily from the tongue

in competition with saliva; another

Detroitism. A southern import. Old

folk, that quiet. The norm must be

agreement for what was said

mutuality. Kept. Quiet.







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