“by my words
will I be Justified”
–Susan Howe
It matters, though
it shouldn’t, what
words people use;
we define ourselves
multitudinous,
against each other,
mouth to hand,
hand to mouth,
quietly whispering.
The tales told
echo in our own
like bat’s soundings,
finding the edges
of something other
than ourselves;
each life expands
our darkness
like a newborn’s cry.
(March 24, 2015)
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