Title poem
I
would like to make a statement. Pause, between two notes. A torrent. I wrote a
revision. Understate. With each new spill. The rules of the game are secret. A
sentence is what annihilates me. She went in for her one-year shot, and came
out fine. She made a face. Elegies are never simple. A cell that holds the
body, whole. The body. Pluck the fruit of curios, astride. Water-lined. The
rain down deeper than before. An excavation. Name. Rename. I chose the hardest
thing.
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