world's still spinning

"Trees, fallen leaves, an arguing
train. The afternoon a chickadee perched
and sang notes I'd never heard before
claiming the centre of my palm -
the world spins out from here"
-maureen scott harris

Linnea lives in Metro Vancouver. She is a published poet and artist, and is currently working on completing her MA in English.

            “I feel completely empty now that I’ve told you this story. It’s my secret. Do you understand?”

            “And now?”

            “I don’t want to have to ask you not to repeat it.”

            “Yes, but now your secret has also become my secret. It’s part of me, and I’ll treat it as I do all my secrets—I’ll get rid of it when the time comes. Then it will become someone else’s secret.”

            “You’re right. Secrets have to circulate …”

                                                            Hervé Guibert, Ghost Image