April 4, 2011
By tashla SILVER, New York, New York
tashla SILVER, New York, New York
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she sings shakespeare when she walks through the street,
dancing to the rhythm of iambic pentameter
it is not a waltz
no one-two-three one-two-three
but the rhythm is enough to sustain.

tearing the edges of faded blue memories,
you are not juliet.

she hums his speeches
her tongue in her teeth
her umbrella william's shadow:
romeo died, and mercutio too
all that is left

are words.

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