Aphasia
I ask for ‘hammer’ but am given ‘spade’, feel like some ‘tea’ but order ‘orangeade’
by mistake. I specify ‘velvet’ but am given ‘silk’ in a colour I don’t even like
but I take it, pretend. Someone’s cut the string between each word and its matching thing,
so my mind’s a junk shop of where I’ve been.
Poems by Gwyneth Lewis 'One day, feeling hungry' Aphasia Midwinter Marriage
Poems by Gwyneth Lewis
'One day, feeling hungry'
Midwinter Marriage