The Trouble with Talking
by Carrie Pedersen Hudak
When Saturn knocks
Time a hungry mist begins
Feeding afresh
Your heart in your flesh
A faraway star
Sweeps entropy under the rug
You understand
The trouble with talking:
You’re a double
The shine this side of the glass
Blurs the sight of you
An anomaly astir
An ankh swathed in meat.
And yet daring to hold
Your own angot tile up
To the Rosetta stone,
Your candor robed in fruit
With juice enough for the simpler senses.
With that you deal
One more day
With the trouble
And you trouble the trouble with talking
Until you can learn how to sing.
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