writing a poem about falafels wouldn’t
be like writing a poem about love,
or death,
or even ideas.
writing a poem about a seamless dress wouldn’t
be like writing a poem about marriage,
or faith,
or even divorce.
actually-
it’d be like writing a poem
about a poem,
but not.
it’d be like listening to music for
sound,
sound like a screen door slapping
shut,
kicking up years of dust in a room,
a room with a floor that held feet
from nothing it could know,
but nothing the floor didn’t know,
dust the door thought it knew,
a facade of spew the not knowing
found important enough
to write a poem about.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
writing a poem about falafels wouldn’t
be like writing a poem about love,
or death,
or even ideas.
writing a poem about a seamless dress wouldn’t
be like writing a poem about marriage,
or faith,
or even divorce.
actually-
it’d be like writing a poem
about a poem,
but not.
it’d be like listening to music for
sound,
sound like a screen door slapping
shut,
kicking up years of dust in a room,
a room with a floor that held feet
from nothing it could know,
but nothing the floor didn’t know,
dust the door thought it knew,
a facade of spew the not knowing
found important enough
to write a poem about.
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