My words, defiant, deny me;
they speak in low voices
on dark porches, lose me
in strange cities;
they forget the warmth
of my mouth.
Eyeing me suspiciously,
smug with voweled virtue,
they dismiss my attempts
at reconciliation, saying only
We don't even know who you are anymore.
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 8:55 AM UTC
My words, defiant, deny me;
they speak in low voices
on dark porches, lose me
in strange cities;
they forget the warmth
of my mouth.
Eyeing me suspiciously,
smug with voweled virtue,
they dismiss my attempts
at reconciliation, saying only
We don't even know who you are anymore.
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