by Alicia Suskin Ostriker

by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
     I am not lyric any more
     I will not play the harp
     for your pleasure
     I will not make a joyful
     noise to you， neither
     will I lament
     for I know you drink
     lamentation， too，
     like wine
     so I dully repeat
     you hurt me
     I hate you
     I pull my eyes away from the hills
     I will not kill for you
     I will never love you again
     unless you ask me