dumb.i heard it first when i was four. the sentence—death sentence—what set meMore Like This
to shaping silence in my space to prove you wrong, when you asked:
"don't you know how dumb you sound?"
even now i carry the muscle memory. my teeth touched, my lips bit,
my mouth shut. inside me i kept myself, sitting shivah while the gibberish got clogged up
where teachers and toothpicks dared not tread. because of course i hadn't known,
and of course i would learn nothing, come monday morning
with me all full of weekend words, the problem
just kept getting worse. you all laughed then—as you would laugh now
—and the cycle began again.
for that was the echo i was doomed to repeat, you see, i had a mouth on me
like an oil spill, a voice that bent me backwards on the good days
and broke me open on the bad. it was my fault, of course, that my words were wired all weird,
so illegible i had to cut the edges off my teeth for anyone to listen. the syllables
just flew right through
UPDATE!!There hasn't been much action/updating for the group so I would like to get things active again. I will be working on doing a few page updates and adding folders. Also things are in the works to co-ordinate with the other NDK group for a meet up at this year's con. If you have any suggestions on days or times please post! It will be fun to meet fellow deviants live and in the flesh(not just on the internet)!More Like This