Emily Leithauser The Raconteuse She calls herself a raconteuse,
Our dinner party star.
For anecdotes and repartee,
There's no one quite on par.She gathers tales from pubs and beds
With no concern for fact,
And crafting rumors with sang-froid,
Reddens as we react.She lied about her friends' divorce,
And stole my finest joke—
And nowhere will you find a voice
As smooth, or as baroque.But did you hear of her affairs,
The will that she rewrote?
One day they'll find her strangled, stories
Dying in her throat.