I think this is where the poem is supposed to go
(in this box), (though it's stuck in my toes),
So I'll put it here (is this even a poem?) as if I can
whisper my meaning (from the page) (to your heart).
Separate (my parenthesis, I think I mean) the phrases
I've put together (because, really, they don't go
together) in order to find something (anything) sig
nificant.
(I broke that word for a reason and when I die they're going to say
genius but for now they'll say idiot you're not making
any) (say it--) Sense.
1 comment:
kellie. this might be one of my all time favorite of your poems. you are SO talented!
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