I, I, I, isn’t it the sweetest/sound, the beautiful, arrogant ego refusing to disappear? I don’t know/what I want, only that I’m desperate for it, that I can’t stop asking.
Kim Addonizio, “The Singing” (from Tell Me)
If you like this, check out some of her other poems on Structure and Style.
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