Gwyneth Lewis
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Aphasia


I ask for 'hammer' but am given 'spade',
feel like some 'tea' but order 'orangeade'

by mistake. I specify 'velvet' but am given 'silk'
in a colour I don't even like

but I take it, pretend. Someone's cut the string
between each word and its matching thing,

so my mind's a junk shop of where I've been.
I'll never know now what I really mean.

   
   
   

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