response to Derrida
While constructing and deconstructing, I arrived at one last letter, a mark upon the page.
An ‘A:’ Authority. Your job: to say IT is and isn’t, confusing my suspicions.
Another ‘A:’ Arbitrator. IT, me, and in the middle, you.
Tonight, I pin this scarlet letter upon your chest. ‘A:’ abscess adulterer arsenic asshole asp
ashpit albatross annoying anathema answerless antagonist assassin ack-ack ache.
But wait, there’s more: annihilator armless aborter anemic android anchorless alligator
arrogant arachnid absolute Adam abject abnegator abdicator ablator of my heart.
Go ahead. Pull the crimson thread.
Unravel the construction and expose my cracked and crumbling, bleeding base, to All.
I cannot bear the thought of sharing ink with you.
But as I work to see just what IT is, I tat a net of veils with this pen. Layers of lairs of liars between me and the Abyss.
The final ‘A.’
by Jilanne Hoffmann
April 28, 2012