Friday, February 11, 2011

Fragmented. Does a poem siren the fragmented?

To what end?
To which beginning?

Is a poem a “solved” jigsaw puzzle?

Can the same be said of meal? Which fragment do you remember tasting last night?

1 comment:

  1. Brother

    one slide of him shows his baby tooth
    black from a fall or a scuffle
    he called my mother by her first name
    (dad at the office
    almost all day)
    he saws the wood now at his house
    out in the middle of nowhere