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      November 28, 2023SaidPerie Longo

      He woke up thinking what he said she said
      or was it she said he said
      or each didn’t say
      the other said
      and he said I didn’t say that and she said you did
      you said it screaming so loud the children
      ran into the street
      neighbors shut their windows
      and he said you’re always twisting my words
      but there were no words other than
      said
      it goes on like this gathering saids
      to set the record straight
      the past stacking up like fallen boulders they could never
      scale
      unaware as soon as something is
      said it is
      done
      finis
      unless she says remember
      when you said and he says it’s not
      what you think I said
      you misunderstood or else wanted me
      to mean what you imagined
      so you could correct me
      we can’t go on like this
      but they do all the saids etched
      on their faces
      until they don’t recognize each other
      and she says
      I hope you are happy now
      and he says
      about what

      from #34 - Winter 2010

      Perie Longo

      “Rarely, first words of a poem drift into consciousness from the fog of sleep and before coffee, and I write them down. Watching the poem grow from under the pale light of day is a gift that gives we poets supreme joy. Such is the way of ‘Said,’ perhaps a result of years of listening to couples speak to each other in therapy with a dab of my own history. I love the way poetry clears the air.”