My first day at language was painful – wasn’t yours?
Comprehension passages were my forest experience, sexual discovery etc. Why was that girl stealing seeds?
First day as a tree, first day as a ginger. Quality of energy and tying your laces at crotch-level or solar adornment. Ugh. I never did learn to tan. I was always raining.
First day as a patient.
Write a detailed analysis of the means by which the writer captures a moment in time.
Aye for an aye.
Frozen trachea. Osteoporosis of form.
Don’t you understand the poem has to mean something? I mean it always does?
You are lucky if you wrote your name on a tree in 1993
because now it is nearly thirty years old
and the wound persists
a loose idea.
Didn’t you do it too?
I was a loose leaf
a marigold, love-in-the-mist
or simple bean.
Sap-hot.
All out of luck.
First word was duck
duck goose.
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