How is it going?
How should it go?
There’s something I want to tell you,
But you already know.
How can I say it
In a new sort of way
That makes a difference
Among the things I say?
I hope you want to hear it,
I understand if you don’t.
Love too often speaks—
Okay then, I won’t.
New information
Is not what poets tell.
The heart of the buyer,
The advertisers sell.
This is even simpler:
The poet must find
A word for a love already on the mind.
You didn’t see this coming
As simple as this was—
The halves keep dividing,
That’s what it always does.
The purpose of division?
The One is a prison
From which you must flee,
Set theory’s two parts already are three.
My heart that loves your heart
Is expected, although,
You don’t quite believe it.
How does my poem grow?
How does it say the things
You already know?
