The world is wily and doesn’t want to be caught. Susan Mitchell
I tell you
I am searching for poetry
for you. That I have not found it.
That I am horribly, horribly afraid that I will have to write it.
I say it casually, teasingly—
oh, my goodness, what an awful fate, writing poetry for you.
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my soul is a dog
in a hot car
on a summer day with the window
please for the love of...