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.