I am filled
by confessions so common,
no one would wish
to hear them. I have used
my loneliness as a lever
against myself. Across the table
a woman shakes out her hair,
looks elsewhere.
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I am so common,
filled by wishes used to loneliness,
levers against ever. Elsewhere
a woman looks, and across her
I confess.
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RJ, I'll have something to say about your poems in Digerati but still thinking. Short version: Liked 'em.
Posted by: Glenn Ingersoll | June 05, 2007 at 08:35 PM
Ha! That's interesting. I quite like "levers against ever." We're looking at an actual companion poem, I think.
I'm curious as to your Digerati opinion, but take your time with that thinking thing. Neither you nor me nor the poems are going anywhere.
Best,
Me
Posted by: Scoplaw | June 07, 2007 at 11:53 AM