I'll never again be a mute thing,
blank domino or empty pen;
that cipher linguists snub, a breath
divorced from cords, from tongue
& lips; never be that aspirate that
shunts aside for every other sign,
dull & docile in the gob's hull.
I'll never again put off gutteral robes
to don a white & quiet shift
some faded garment blameless since
submissive to the vowel—oh, ah—
not for any dawn or dark hem lifted
not for your hush hush in a brief house
nor for the air shaking between us.