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| Just for this moment I get it, Emily -- how a poet needs solitude to consider these things unheard above a din -- at the kitchen table -- down the busy hall -- out in the street humming beyond the malls and restaurants and places where people are conforming to bright distractions and incessant conversations about: color of hair, style of wear, tabloids shouting out beware of celebs everywhere I see your reclusion and admit I cannot get away from it even in this opaque room where they wheeled me in fourteen years ago on life support, thinking I'll die if I don't write a novel and one by one, I shut out each distraction until I had no friends at all. Ahhhhh, or is that me sighing because I could not escape the one thing that's been holding me back all along... I'm walking away now. But, I will be back. My brain is fists for their pillow that they kindly don't employ to snuff me out. 9.18.20 |
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