MONOLOGUE
I uproot the words
from my throat one by one;
if they drip blood
wrap them in your handkerchief
wrap them in cotton
or grab them with pliers
and say:
he says that
to impress us
do whatever you wish.
Yet silence isn’t enough anymore
words aren’t enough.
I uproot the simple words
one by one and
I mail them to you.
Manolis 