COMMA, SONG

my life's a finger
bent to sound
always between
the things i curve
to touch, things
are words
and i won't touch
even them, so much
a gap, but small
you could hide
a sob in me, a hand,
your keys, old
girls, i am
that much endless
a bowl
with sharp edge
to snag lists, blood
of keys, hands
held safe
for you, a chain
of girllinks

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COMMA, LAMENT

if i could lose
an 'm' i could be so
silent and still

and read to
prone in my bed,
cared for

then, if i lost
my "c" i would be
oma, the name

of the poet's
friend or "grandmother"
in Germany,

next i'd take
off my "a" and
meditate,

power of electrical
resistance, meditate,
my mystic syllable,

my supreme,
my sacred "om"
and essence

without my "m"
i am the air, and
breath,

and necessary
for combustion, oh,
i could be a zero,

a zero,
ah, stripped of
duty

to words

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Both poems are part of a series of emotive punctuation poems.