Tell me the truth
though truth turn
goats’ milk
into morphine
a many-fingered touch
as cold as frozen corn.
I want to know.
I must know.
I will know
though knowing
be numbered
with the turns
of the earth.
Tell me the truth.
You can give your
liver for science.
You can put your
marrow into a database.
I want your word.
I want to see your face
and hear yes or no
that only you
that only you know.