What we feel and what we say
Are so different, the way
To know which way I am leaning
Is to heed carefully my poem’s meaning
Because poetry, written on the page
Is helpless to show my tears and rage.
My feelings have nothing to do with speech—
Which has a mental agility feelings cannot reach.
So you and I must agree
To not look for feelings in my poetry.
Just listen to me very carefully:
I love you. I’m trapped. In this poem. Help me.