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A Letter to Nobody: Tales of a Chatterbox

Preana Ahmed, Arts and Entertainment Editor

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The other day I met nobody

Stepping on sterling sidewalks and

Grasping at tangled greenery

Wondering at run-ons and run-ins

Goings-on and going-in

When all of a sudden I saw nobody.

Nobody was there, but then again

Nobody really cared.

A rare occurrence,

Taking the long way, tripping over/on

Each try–I’m a bit tied up

My sentences stumble, just the way

My words tumble out rolling down

Hills of personality and grandeur

Hints of tragedy and dull color

Tints of treachery and quick loyalty

Tinges of freedom and olive branches

I’ve got to stop stepping

On frozen toes and plexiglass window-eyes

Everybody is transparent and nobody is clear

I figured my mouth was running until my tongue slipped

Spilling out the charcoal words

Unwrapping my mind from my head as I tripped

I flew just a little too, just a splash of

Separation in the grey-gilt puddles

And I know there and then how

And nobody is nowhere to be found

Never nowhere, never anywhere

Nobody knows where, nobody, not me.

I just wish nobody was here

To stop me from declaring myself

After all, nobody tells anyone anything

And nobody’s best friend unconditionally cares

Nobody says anything in front

Of nobody

Because nobody is there to hear.

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A Letter to Nobody: Tales of a Chatterbox