The language of poetry has always been a foreign one to me.
I have difficulty even reading much of it, and I certainly can’t write it. It’s
why I respond so positively when Shayna
speaks my accustomed language, but translates it into Poem.
This is a shame, because there’s a poem sitting just to the
left of my breast bone that wants to be written. I wish I could oblige, but I
can’t.
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