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THE HISTORY OF MY POETRY

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Of course your mind is a blank—

how else do you think you have thoughts?

When you and I had nothing to do

that’s when my poetry was bad—

and we were joyous and I loved you.

That’s when we choked on the dusty plain

and found the green in ourselves.

Janitors with noisy barrels

on the top floor of museums

made us look at each other and laugh. The world

conspired to thwart our homeless love

just by being everywhere and not interested in love.

The contrast made me a genius at last.

My poetry got good.

Now you languish—and I do, too!—the future sighing in the past.


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