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5.01.2000
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When I first moved to Austin, I attended a great poetry workshop at UT. Here are some of the poems I worked on there - I think these are some of my best because they have been edited many times.
For now I have decided to not decide. I trace the distance between us on newspaper weathermaps. We are two inches apart. I bundle myself in warm-from-dryer blankets, thinking of high school science, picturing continents billions of years ago refusing to remain stationary, drifting and colliding until north touched west touched south touched east as a poorly folded roadmap. My reluctant roots could be roused by grinding plates, earthquakes, pumping lava, steam rising from the ocean. I listen to wind and crickets, waiting for tremors. Labels: poetry |
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