FIRST AID FOR THE INNOCENT

by Runa Svetlikova


FIRST AID FOR THE INNOCENT

Since you’ve spoken and thrown my words back at me

all I can do is confess that we are no more

than a vague approximation of what we want to be.

 

And now you read and lose the final claim

to artlessness I hear myself carefully suggest

reality is a fluid concept that we

 

inhabit circular arguments that to speak is to bear

that words or children are not good or bad but live

their singular lives and that perhaps I’m now mistaken too.

 

Now you question us on a daily basis I can only

confess that you are right: this bearing is beyond the pale

but I will not retract a single word.