Speech

I 

will never 

have the words 

that are read 

so easily 

in your mouth. 

My poems are tin, 

and you 

have always been 

a silver-tongued 

storyteller. 

Your best work is 

programmed, 

and mine is always 

extemporaneous. 

It's no longer a 

discussion, love, 

for you have 

woven a world 

of prose 

and then blocked me 

out of it. 

This isn't 

original information, 

so I'm done being 

dramatic. 

I will speak 

no more 

of this.