august 21
you write
that you are ill
feverishin some narrow
foreign bed
tangledin dim
damp sheets
sun steamingthrough a dingy
window
and I hopethat you are not
entangled so
alonewhat cannot
be held must be
freely given
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Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.
In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.
It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.
A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.
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