Comma
By Harris Gardner
"A woman once said to Flaubert, I wrote
twenty thousand words today, what did you do?"
Flaubert replied: I removed the comma that I put in last week."
A comma tiptoes into all our lives.
We pause as we pursue our sentence.
No comma burrows within the bones.
A comma constricts the breath
When winter's hand grips the throat.
A comma fish hooks your gut
When the burden snags you in the net.
A comma slow motions your dreams
That drip through intravenous tubes.
A comma gnaws through the ropes after death.
The voice of the bell peals, then pauses.
Source: https://www.amazon.com/No-Time-Death-Harris-Gardner/dp/1950063593
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