I let you carry on. I keep silent
time, all those blank days separating the minutes we could steal.
It was a difficult task, trying to comb
This bone deep chill,
galena deposits of steely gray. And then I touch
you happy through obedience, attempting to avoid each land mine
In my chest–dominates my drive.
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I didn’t know what a cento was before this week. I really like this one!
Wonderful cento, Nate! I love the way all the disparate pieces come together, some of which I recognize from the tritinas. I’ll have to try one next week.
Love that progression from chill to steely gray to land mine. So many kinds of “silence.”
Love the “land mine/in my chest” combination. Great cento, Nate.
You guys are killing it with these centos. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.