Iago

“Ivy corrodes brick.”

He thought I was weak when he met me

I was fluid

He saw mutable

No strong stance

No edge

We can’t all be brick walls

Some of us must bend

We must grow roots into crevices

And arch around poles

Don’t you cry out? Lose yourself? The way I arch around poles?

He thought I was weak because I bend

But look. Who broke?

And look who’s ear I took hold of

When I wrapped you

Around my finger and my tongue.