5.9.11

AMELIE


TODAY I CAME ACROSS A BEAUTIFUL POEM

ABOUT A WORLD WHERE WORDS ARE LIMITED BUT THEREFORE HOLD GREATER MEANING THAN WE COULD IMAGINE IN A WORLD WHERE IT SEEMS ALL PEOPLE DO IS CHATTER MINDLESSLY ABOUT SILLY, TRIVIAL THINGS
LOLING AND HAHA, ROFLING ALL OVER THE PLACE
IF I HAD A LIMIT TO MY WORDS I WOULD SIMPLY SMILE
JUST LIKE AMELIE


THE QUIET WORLD

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
jeffrey mcdaniel


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