Sunday, 21 April 2013

1 Poem by Mary Mann

Proof

I've measured my life in email chains
Chats and texts and messages
(Things you wouldn't write home about,
And anyway, no-one write letters anymore)
And the occasional concert
Kiss or twilight run
That's so much bigger than everything else
That it actually hurts
And the time I ran into you
In front of Double Windsor
And you said my voice had changed
Gotten raspier
And I said I didn't know
And it was good to see you
Who knew what my old voice sounded like.


Bionote

Mary Mann is a reader and writer in New York City. She is an MFA candidate in writing at Columbia University. Her work has appeared in The Rumpus, New York Magazine and Bookslut, among others.

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