The initial shock is immense:
noise, familiar noise,
like the crackling of a soup
you haven't tasted in months.
Everyone speaks so fast,
and so did you. So you so try
but cough up wool instead.
What you remember
are the ups & downs
of language, the slow curves
of sadness, excitement, that
mixture of both. Your head explodes
with them, and generally explodes.
It is the exactness of words you can't remember:
words for the quiet pleasure of friendship,
for instance, or a kiss hello on the cheek.
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I like this one. If we're going to be critical, though, you have a tendency to use metaphors after discussing what they describe, as if you were writing them down after you thought up what you really wanted to talk about. Switch the order to make them more striking. Here's the same thing with stanzas inside-out.
Noise, familiar noise.
Like the crackling of a soup
you haven't tasted in months-
the shock is immense:
You cough up wool.
Everyone speaks so fast,
and so do you, or try,
what you remember
are the ups & downs of sadness,
excitement, the mixture of both:
the slow curves of language.
Your head explodes
with them, generally explodes.
Words' exactness you can't remember:
words for the quiet pleasure of
friendship or a kiss hello on the cheek.
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