February 2003

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If I had no mouth,
I wouldn’t have to answer greedy questions
Or tell lies or regret words I’ve said.
If I had not eyes,
I wouldn’t have to see things I wish I hadn’t seen
Or cry and add salt to wounds.
If I had no ears,
I wouldn’t have to listen to anything that makes me
Feel as if I would tear apart, explode or crumble.
if I had no nose,
I wouldn’t have to smell the sour tangy odour of fear.
And rats. Or fish.
If I had no sense of touch,
I wouldn’t have to feel love and want so much to understand
The beginnings of the tender feelings it brings.
~15 February 2003
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