Lockdown writing: ten things about The Poem.
7. Teach The Poem to run its fingers over sharp edges.
To cry in an unknown language. To bleed until living
and dying are equal options. 8. If you already know what
you’re going to say, don’t say it. The Poem is not your
lover. No part of its body should be so familiar. The Poem
and you are always in your first meeting. 9. You are the
only reader to whom The Poem must make sense. To
everyone else, it is the magic mirror in which their
wounds fill, their scars fade, in which they look more
beautiful. The Poem is their illicit paramour. 10. You
are not the mother who birthed The Poem. You are the
god that created it. It is the being that will forever
ruin your garden of eden, then kneel before you and beg,
as if you alone have the power to forgive the desecration.
is waiting for the poet
who is waiting for it