Tongue on your words to taste you there Couldn’t read what you had never written there Played your message overfeeding bad Played your message over it was all I had To tell me what and wherefore this is what it said:I’m tired of you asking me why’m tired of words like the chatter of birds Give me a pass, let me just get by

Adrienne Rich

Tonight No Poetry Will Serve

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