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