What’s in a word?

This poem, by Anne Mullane, is a bit like ‘I’d do anything for love’ by Meatloaf.

The Word

We are mesmerised by the word.
That word
The one you just said.
In this brightly lit café
It lies between us
Acid sharp, it flays the table.
And the future lurches
And you are placed apart
Cut off from the herd.
You look at me, expectant,
Embarrassed.
But I cannot help you
I don’€™t know how,
I wasn’€™t expecting
That word.

 

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