for speaking the truth
though i spoke the truth
in love. gently,
measured.
i’m not talking
about a girl.
about a boy.
about breaking up.
but something must break.
whether it is you
or it is me
or it is the language
we use to bind ourselves
to others.
i have taught my children
what it means to use words
of life, or words of death --
how do we teach each other
those words?
what shapes each choice
word or phrase; that seed
(good or otherwise)
inexorably burrowing,
always bearing fruit?
