Re Reading Old Words


Once again I’m re-reading old words

rereading them

over and over again

like comfort eating

to avoid the shock

of the new.

Re-read

review

like an album of old photographs

of people locked in their past

still located there

living there

dead

history in a flash

gone in a flash

brought back

to life

dead

renewed on a treadmill

turning

round and round

on a loop

replaying

endlessly

returning like old clothes 

kept for comfort 

to be worn again

like re-read words. 

The new rejected

neglected

shut out

so I can languish

in the comfort

zone of the old

dead words

forever.


https://www.amazon.com/Otherwise-Engaged-Literature-Journal-Summer/dp/B0D6LSN8XX/ref=sr_1_15?crid=2K4SN5ESETF5P&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.dA2QJvWdySLmxChOuluEwkOn8MWvgvIDuMGkkVOT3cID1avt-HT9PbnIG6SGd6rWuuS34Z8W0j1tAvLQ5AAt-8Ig1gVjaJmvbjazGkdB6nAMIwJBRnATniTR1Oz9NbaUvpdgugL2KcSk_fBcB4lQH-vR5BdnWsxROW3ugGxEcMdmCZkBdVOVLMi0hsqptSPaW2YZW5SKpiXAye5KWVET1ReqA7vj3n1pmfEOeysGYQM.8m89a1ariwoDmABE-fTKsF8yyr0vfBeLXCGgYySeNwU&dib_tag=se&keywords=Marzia+Dessi&qid=1718056232&sprefix=marzia+dessi%2Caps%2C153&sr=8-15


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