Amy Jacoby


i read his palm
 peeled off the skin with my teeth

then read it again
 and again

he called me a priestess
 before he knew
 a siren has no need for a temple

and in the end
 he would be no convert

he sings to me an anthem
 of crystal clear silence
 because he is no disciple

and i can’t decide
 if i’m just an adventure
 you’re still daring yourself to take

or if all of this silence
 will one day be
 loud and long and lovely

who can know?

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