If your life depended on coming up with a tally,
if you could straighten its numbers into a flexible line
around the moon and back a dozen times,
a hundred … still you couldn’t count the planets
that cohabit this planet.
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"love," or "falling in love," an extra density textured into the weave of the days, a craziness, an orchidaceous interdimensional blossoming of the otherwise linear creatures we were.
I think it's the future. At least, it's the future we called "tomorrow." Here it is,
"today": one hundred cups of effort, good intentions, small misunderstandings,
stretching away from the bed and finally leading back to it.
Perhaps you have seen me. I know well, my purpose was merely that of a symbol, 'equals', 'times'... ; but what is said, for all that, was identity-less: a kind of live geometry.
I hope any poem I've ever written could stand on its own and not need to be a part of biography, critical theory or cultural studies. I don't want to give a poetry reading and have to provide the story behind the poem in order for it to make sense to an audience. I certainly don't want the poem to require a critical intermediary - a "spokescritic." I want my poems to be independently meaningful moments of power for a good reader. And that's the expectation I initially bring to other poets' writing.