Etheridge Knight calls the Poetry Crisis Line

NEF (counselor): Poetry Crisis Line, what is your emergency?
ETHERIDGE KNIGHT (caller): Soft songs, like birds, die in poison air.
NEF: Right. Maybe stop singing until you’re out of the gas?
KNIGHT: So my song cannot now be candy.
NEF: Not unless you want to eat your words.

Adapted from “Apology for Apostasy?” by Etheridge Knight

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