A Day Comes, by Jane Hirshfield
c/o Threepennyreview
A Day Comes
A day comes
when the mouth grows tired
of saying “I.”
Yet it is occupied
still by a self which must speak.
Which still desires,
is curious.
Which believes it also has a right.
What to do?
The tongue consults with the teeth
it knows will survive
both mouth and self.
Which grin—it is their natural pose—
and say nothing.
—Jane Hirshfield
