I love you in one voice is an arrival,
in another a curse. It can be a wall
imprisoning. Or a door opening
to who knows what pain or joy.
When it's spoken sometimes
the listener flinches, wants to
force it back into the mouth
that dropped it like a net.
Sometimes it has been waited
for so long it has lost its juice
wizened now, a winter potato
in the bottom of the sack.
Sometimes we fall into it
willing to take what we can get.
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