It appears that muses speak
through the poet’s words
It appears that they are Greek
they stemmed from a legend
that we constantly bend…
could my father have been Zeus?
my mother Mnemosyne?
Did you see verses in my eyes?
poetry in my lies? did I inspire you to
delve deeper into your psyche?
Calliope or Erato? whom can
you devour?
None of it is true
yet all of it is how you
see me as a water nymph
say the truth you fucking do.
I can be wickedly cruel
or a spitfire that never sleeps
aches and bleeds for
no one and everyone.
Here, primarily for you.
You see I could remember
everything you ever told me
no books are needed
I’m from ancient Greece
it’s all in my memory
as you decreed.
no computers, no typewriters
no quill pens
no seals
just my lips reciting
your words
and…
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