I'm Probably So Out Of It At

There Is Something In Me Maybe Someday To Be Written; Now It Is Folded, And Folded, And Folded, Like A Note In School.

Maybe In Order To Understand Sex Fully/one Has To Risk Being Destroyed By It.

If I Wrote In A Sonnet Form, I Would Be Distorting. Or If I Had Some Great New Idea For Line Breaks And I Used It In A Poem, But It's Really Not Right For That Poem, But I Wanted It, That Would Be Distorting.

Because A Poem Is Not Written While Running Or While Answering The Phone. It's Written In Whatever Minutes One Has. Sometimes You Have Half An Hour.

Once You Lose Someone It Is Never Exactly The Same Person Who Comes Back.