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Maw Shein Win
Dialogues #12
Dialogues #12
Dialogues #12
I recognize her voice because it’s my voice. I don’t know that name because it’s his name. You thought you heard my voice, but it was your voice. I think your voice has a name, but it’s my name.She met herself in a restaurant. It wasn’t her restaurant, but it was a place she had been before. She had eaten eggs there. Potatoes Anna. The dishes had no names. But the waiter had a high voice.
How could you not remember me? We were married last May.
The cakes were baked by professionals. One of them looked like a marvelous dress.
What will you bring to the table? What is your sir, name? What are the camels doing here?
Please. Change. For. Me.
Are those your wind chimes?
© 2016, Maw Shein Win
From: Score and Bone
Publisher: Nomadic Press, Oakland, CA
From: Score and Bone
Publisher: Nomadic Press, Oakland, CA
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Dialogues #12
I recognize her voice because it’s my voice. I don’t know that name because it’s his name. You thought you heard my voice, but it was your voice. I think your voice has a name, but it’s my name.She met herself in a restaurant. It wasn’t her restaurant, but it was a place she had been before. She had eaten eggs there. Potatoes Anna. The dishes had no names. But the waiter had a high voice.
How could you not remember me? We were married last May.
The cakes were baked by professionals. One of them looked like a marvelous dress.
What will you bring to the table? What is your sir, name? What are the camels doing here?
Please. Change. For. Me.
Are those your wind chimes?
From: Score and Bone
Dialogues #12
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