Iambic pentameter by Patricia Sykes
I watch myself how I use my voice how much I give away rebellion weighs against obedience prayer against fantasy rote against the thrill of words that lately arrive It was hearing a girl recite Ode to a Cabbage that made me want to write verse myself I hide my poems like hoarded love the taste of secrecy is delicious (Nun- the-Big-Irish gives the girl curry when she catches her