The Double Truth Poem by Chard DeNiord

The Double Truth



I still taste you from the time
you painted my tongue
with your scarlet finger.
It cured my heart of innocence,
that single dose, and I have tasted it—
the double truth—ever since:
the bittersweet in the words
I cannot speak but stick
in my mouth like stones
I've learned to talk around.

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Chard DeNiord

Chard DeNiord

New Haven, Connecticut
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