the scholars battle, pitting one doctoral thesis against the other –
the emdash against the endash, or was it a mere flick of the wrist –
a grammatical reprobate or an eccentric transcendentalist writing
especially capriciously or just jotting down a cake recipe as
it were a possibility inside a closed up house with the curtains down
while she sashays across the page, dancing up and down in
giddy punctuation then quietly slowing, her tea having
sloshed completely from her cup spilling overly onto her
notebook, she sits solemnly at her desk wondering what
they will think of her marks and will they see the words
in between.
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