Intimation

These aren’t my words but here they are
in the best order I can. They love to be used,
they have an instinct for it. I heard them in your voice
of course—which somehow I already knew
without knowing how that could be. Make them yours
please, if you can. In permitted space, stay close.

Helena Nelson

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