Neca Stoller

I talk on--so many sounds
but not those words
no matter how much I say.
It's hard, like starching a collar
stiffer and stiffer. The starch
builds till my wooden tongue
simply can't form the phrase
"I love you, too."

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The 2River View, 2_1 (Fall 1997)