Reiteration (HA 91 Triolet)

House Arrest

I talked my theories over and again,
reiterating like somebody’s dad.
It never mattered how I lit, or when –
I talked my theories over and again,
with movement of my tongue and teeth or pen.
Attempts at self-suppression made me sad;
I talked my theories over and again,
reiterating like somebody’s dad.

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