We all have romantic ideas of our lives, you know.
That’s how we get dressed in the mornings and leave
the house. Otherwise we’d never shave or bother
with silverware. Have you forgotten the art
of seduction, miss? I’m only a figment, yet look
at how I’ve handled my lot.
I brought down Kings. I had mothers burned
in front of their children.
You hear what I’m saying, don’t you.
Implication. Suggestion. Don’t be a dolt.
Words are power. You’re thinking too hard
on all this, my ducky. You’re still
going to die. And since you don’t believe in an
afterlife, you’d better write your goddamn heart out.
Shoshanna Wingate is a Canadian poet living in New Brunswick. She will read at the Cork Poetry Festival. www.corkpoetryfest.net
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