Thursday, August 18, 2011

Forget. What is the poem trying to forget?

What is the matter of a poem's dream? (Not "with.") Therein, lies.


Of course, a cook dreams of the ripe. Forgets or forgives, rot.
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  1. SusanAugust 24, 2011 at 1:08 PM

    Tries to Forget

    out of the deepest spaces she took
    herself through resting, peeling,
    forbearing, revelling in the post

    that which holds when all else fails
    sunk down in the sand below sand
    riveted by time and despair

    cones of soft ice cream
    wrapped in thin layers of paper
    they ate those in the heat

    of the beach named after her mother

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