Or:
electrician
plumber
carpenter
glazer
fine finisher?
When the poem does not feel of being constructed, then, is the poet a weaver? A seamstress?
Poet & cook. Do they intersect when they are at their most painterly? Or when practicing riffs? By the way, what menu scores the page.
She crawls around the foundation
ReplyDeleteand looks for points of entry
a fading, a crumble, a hole
in the concrete
And then mixes up a batch
of annotated nonsense
just the ticket
to plug a night of boredom
and create a new lean-to
a place where no one feels
the chill of her sorcery
too bad it all gets worn down again
when the morning sun blasts it apart