M: Is He Smart I: She Yes

There Are Different Gradations Of Personhood In Different Poems. Some Of Them Seem Far Away From Me And Some Up Close, And The Up-close Ones Generally Don't Say What I Want Them To Say. And That's True Of The Persona In The Poem Who's Lamenting This As A Fact Of A Certain Stage Of Life. But It's Also True Of Me As Me.

Up Against Another Human Being One's Own Procedures Take On Definition

When I Began To Be Published, People Got The Idea That I Should 'teach Writing,' Which I Have No Idea How To Do And Don't Really Believe In.

What Would It Be Like To Live In A Library Of Melted Books. With Sentences Streaming Over The Floor And All The Punctuation Settled To The Bottom As A Residue. It Would Be Confusing. Unforgivable. A Great Adventure.

Meanwhile Music Pounded / Across Hearts Opening Every Valve To The Desperate Drama Of Being / A Self In A Song.