How to leak the secret
Stony all these years
And for it, all the stronger?
But is forcing it forth
No more than natter?
For so long it has made
Privacy its career
Hiding in many compartments
In a name, a sorrow, a photo
In plain sight, in every vice
But virtue seldom accepts it
For keeping it is to keep many
And virtue lives in halves
Always some stage of decay
Besides, to what end?
The secret hasn’t a solution
It doesn’t have an answer
Nor provide comfort or solace
True, it makes tears available
Still, secrets have seams
And the urge to pull
A loose end is extreme
