Linda Hepner - An Empty Ear is Eden

Those little innuendoes first
just niggle, then they make us thirst
for something.... what we can't explain
until some insight gives it name
by which time we have grown quite sore
and leap upon that name to score
against the careless mutterer
of innuendos utterer
who having whispered in our ear
Iago-like fills us with fear;
the casual word dropped must be true...
a way of quite destroying you.

8.19.05

Linda Hepner

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