I’VE STOLEN YOUR WORDS
After Shelomo Ibn Gabiriol
I’ve stolen your words, I don’t deny it—
I ate them and broke teeth on the liberation wall;
did I think I could soar with your songs
or use them to hide my flaws? I did.
Can a woman scale the tree of life
and eclipse the application of light in the world?
It’s always, I think, a simple plan of clouds:
can the East River be drained with a teaspoon?