Thursday, January 26, 2012

Learning


I am learning your language
to use it against you
We both know this
And yet still you teach me so gently
Each roll of the tongue
Each sweet sound
and little letter
Words of love are the words of war
And now
in my infancy
I rest my head on the tip of my pen
But this, we both know,
is the salutation to a manifesto.

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