That Poem, This Poem
Oh yes, that poem, which was something like three words
that I can’t pronounce,
those three words I can’t say
and so get stuck over me,
hanging on a jacket or its sleeve
but never ne’er me.
That poem---
perhaps it’s only the one who never heard those words
who would mock that poem.
Perhaps it is he who smolders papers
with the friction of getting tongue-tied who despises it.
That poem, which I read first to me,
and then recited to you.
That poem, with the lame phrase:
“I love you.”
So this poem can be for him,
who mocks that poem
and let him hear its simple phrase
redone anon:
to you---I love.
Author: Michael Thomas Smith
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