When a Poem is Not a Poem
There are many ways to say something that is true, but only one
Will be true. The approximation to reality is but one facet of the clause,
Must encompass a world that is beautiful
Take for example that there should be no
Reason for the world
Then say you know of an emptiness
That can’t be filled up
Does the thought lead to a maturation
Do the windows open themselves?
ECOSYSTEMS OF MATERIALITY
No, I don’t have time
Only the shape of space
Predicated by a barrage of mirrors.
I forged the days of bliss by closing my eyes.
Between my legs, a spark
Unquantifiable by location.
Tonight, I hid it.
Dawned the dress my mother used
To go grocery shopping in.
I am going to the store daily now
So I can remember where to put the stone fruit,
Press the peach to attest to its ripeness
In honor of dress.
What do you think of this dress?
My mother used it to go grocery shopping