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Fooled Me for Years with the Wrong Pronouns
Gwyneth Lewis
You made me cry in cruel stations,
So I missed many trains. You married others
In plausible buildings. The subsequent son
Became my boss. You promised me nothing
But blamed me for doubting when who wouldn’t.
If I knew how to please you — who have found
Out my faults. In dreams I’m wild with guilt. Have pity
Kill it. Then, when I’ve lost all hope,
Kiss me again, your mouth so open —
I’d give anything for one more night —
That I go without thought. Don’t bite. No,
Mark me. My husband already knows
Exactly what owns me.
(Poetry April 2013/LIFE Jul 15, 1940)
Frank Lloyd Wright standing under a tree at Taliesin in December 1937. Photograph by Hedrich-Blessing.
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