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.
From The Double Truth, published by University of Pittsburgh Press. Copyright © 2011 by Chard deNiord. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.