mute — from Dutch smelten to melt, make fluid

‘Misconstrued’ My words are glass and mirrors in your presence.   Might they fall in love — with not speaking? Hiding words away in desks under chairs behind doors in classrooms until they are broken?   Raw words Leak Spill Drip, bloody through cupped hands.   And boundaries? Mine are air and mist Unconsidered You assume And…… Continue reading mute — from Dutch smelten to melt, make fluid