i. She A slippery sense of mental decay sharpens the knives and the wits of the wives 5 In drawers long locked away. The sunset casts a spurious look to calm the unmentionable ache in my unmentionable place With a Hallmark sort of trick. 10 But the hidden hurt must out; the curse must make its choice, match inner and outer voice, And let the quiet heart once shout. ii. He 15 Why are you so quiet? What have I done? Silence mounts the table urgent as a gun. All night we've argued mazes 20 and all night the night before: We see ourselves in the window glazing dart glances at the door. You'd glad be shut of me- I'll be quit of you, I swear- 25 And in the going horse of voice and voice we bed each other on a dare.
From the collection "Assembling the Earth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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