Rae Armantrout

Attention

Ventriloquy
is the mother tongue.
 
Can you colonize rejection  
by phrasing your request,
                                      “Me want?”
 
Song: “I’m not a baby.  
        Wa, Wa, Wa.
 
        I’m not a baby.  
        Wa, Wa, Wa.
 
        I’m crazy  
        like you.”
 
The “you”
in the heart of  
molecule and ridicule.
 
Marks resembling  
the holes
 
in dead leaves
define the thing (moth wing).
 
That flutter
of indifference,
                        feigned?
 
But if lapses  
are the dens
 
strategy aims  
to conceal,
 
then you don’t know  
what you’re asking.
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