Where were words when I sat green

Will Watson
The Junction
Published in
Nov 13, 2020

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Where were words when I sat green
unboiled, unseen, tough in the way saplings are,
tender in the way old men are
once they’ve come to their white bedsheets
once they’ve come to nod and blink from
behind unsheathed teeth

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