Today's poem is by Molly Peacock
Credo
I believe in being killed, and I believe in poetry.
Let's begin with a word, you say. That word's not clear.(I don't believe you when you say you'll help me.)
I believe in being killed, and I believe in poetry.The mouth of the past contorts with uncried tears.
What would it even mean to help me?At tea a lady says, "Career."
At home a fist lifts up a glass of beer.I believe in poetry. I believe in a will to be.
Let's begin with a word, you say. And I say, "Fear."
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Copyright © 2018 Molly Peacock All rights reserved
from The Analyst
W. W. Norton & Company
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