in the waning day of the amnesia
we encountered the one who wanted to be stopped
and his voice was deep and his voice reminded us of something
that tickled the mind that tickled the throat
to a wanting to speak, near sobbing near laughing
as if our whole chest were a bottle of tears.
Will you come there with me to the home furnishing store
of the mind, will you join me, letting me brush a hand
against your lips as if by mistake though we know
if the phrase on purpose ever meant anything it meant that
where doors are piled on doors on top of each other
would you like to buy a door? and walk through it
to find me standing there waiting for the next word?
Eric Linus Kaplan 
Wonderfully evocative. I feel it in my bones, my gut, and it’s running through my veins.
I’ve missed your writing. But I’m back and ready to feast upon your words.