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 like it, the way I …”
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.
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