women need words like brains ride bicycles

the haunt of knowledge
is an echo,
a stain of blood
clinging and dried
to the top soil
at the tip
of the mind
the top of
tongue

i never edit
you tend to always revise

either way
your history never matches mine

you remember words i wipe out
white-wash out of memory
before your time
begins to write mine

the feeling of information
differs between each syllable
each context
expression close to comfort
yet
every failed rhyme
echoes a regret

digital can’t touch
analog cannot feel
yet
a callous on my finger
imprints a record
a mark that says

we are trying


Pedagogy (The Feeling of Information), 2005
Kathryn Cornelius
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