Tell Me

Evita Arakelian

Tell me of a flavour I have forgotten,

of a song I may have heard a stranger

hum to her child in some store, some day.

Tell me a story I know but end it differently or stop

right in the middle and say: ‘more

for later.’ Tell me about the bakery

that will open near our home, on the eighth

street. Remind me of what it was you said when I left my seat

to have a cry in the theatre powder-room—

(I didn’t want Little Nell to die). Tell me

of all the silly things I do sometimes.

Tell me a truth that tastes like chocolate,

a lie I can save for April Fool's day.

Tell me anything before sunrise.

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• @dipped_in_words on Instagram
• She teaches poetry to all ages with tailor-made syllabi, individual and group instruction; independently as well as on platforms like SuperProf. You can find the latest information on her Linktree