Someone enters: That alone
makes me speak.

When you lived, I spoke to you.
We are transitive.

I never dream of speech:
I either speak or don’t.

And now that I know
where you will not be—

I do not go there.

Christina Davis, “Troubadour” from An Ethic. Copyright © 2013 by Christina Davis. Reprinted by permission of Nightboat Books.
Source: An Ethic (Nightboat Books, 2013)
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