Aphasia
-for the one who listens
I look to you vowing my hate
when of course I mean I love you
and it came out wrong, backward
in my heart, in my art, I mean you.
I can say aphasicaly I hate you
with a deep longing for anger
and you turn to me a life, I mean a light,
I mean your face, I mean your song.
Then also I have it wrong again.
Except when I say your name: Lasara.
Robert Allen lives in Oakland, CA with his family where he writes poems, teaches poetry, and coaches poets in their craft. He has been published widely in online magazines and in print.