Sunday, September 25, 2011

Learning to Speak Me


Words seduce me

I do not waste them

I do however squander silences


Despite my passion for creating of words a cassock to sway me gently at night, I do not write poetry. 


That is to say, I do not speak poetically. 


I do not ponder in meter or philosophize in line. 


I do not brood in rhythm or contemplate in rhyme—often.


When I think: you hurt me. I say, you hurt me. I mean, you hurt me.


I try to say what I mean in a way that I find pleasing—I realize you don’t always speak me.


I speak me—fluently


It is not necessary to tell me what my words say to you
I know this.


As surely as I know, if my tone is what offends you, you aren’t listening to the words

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