Gwyneth Lewis – Ⅱ
Aphasia
I ask for a ‘hammer’ but am given ‘spade’,
Feel like some ‘tea’ but order ‘orangeade’
by mistake. I specify ‘velvet’ but am given ‘silk’
in a colour I don’t even like
but I take it, pretend. Someone’s cut the string
between each word and its matching thing,
so my mind’s a junk shop of where I’ve been.
I’ll never know now what I really mean.
I ask for a ‘hammer’ but am given ‘spade’,
Feel like some ‘tea’ but order ‘orangeade’
by mistake. I specify ‘velvet’ but am given ‘silk’
in a colour I don’t even like
but I take it, pretend. Someone’s cut the string
between each word and its matching thing,
so my mind’s a junk shop of where I’ve been.
I’ll never know now what I really mean.