20 October 2007

Why Graham Foust is better than dessert

This Poem

was not supposed to exist.
It replaces another one
that committed suicide.

Of all the cameraless places
I've seen me, this unbuilt room
is most like a poem.

I come to it
unquiet. I fill
the unbuilt room.

This is this poem.
This is that poem.
There is no truer suture.

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