Adrienne Rich — To Have Written the Truth

To have spent hours stalking the whine of an insect have smashed its body in blood on a door then lain sleepless with rage to have played in the ship’s orchestra crossing the triangle route dissonant arpeggios under cocktail clatter to have written the truth in a lightning flash then crushed those words in your hand balled-up and smoking when self-absolution easygoing pal of youth leans in the doorframe Kid, you always took yourself so hard!