To the reader
Of course you have seen me hiding
behind some of these words I write.
You have heard a roar in the spaces
between words and in lines between stanzas
and wondered who I am, have been,
who I want to be. I do not tell you everything,
but enough.

Look at these letters and guess the colour
of my hair and eyes, the sound of my voice,
the size of my feet pacing barefoot up and down
in a corner with the tiger.

Come and help me escape.


                                                                                          [Nora Nadjarian]



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