Poem is unamused; she
is a writer, unused, un-engendered,
interdependent, and she shrugs
Poetry is a truck she learns to drive
differently, somewhere else,
and then leaves it to the overgrowth.
‘Meaning’ she said, meaning
it, and not the way you think, but
closer, and less esoteric, though
that’s not the word she would use.
She realizes, if she only inspires,
Poem’s muse is a juncture between.
She considers this point (a wave,
a particle) and muses on
the instability. She works
at a university but does not
love it. Poem’s closure
is an alternative physiology
sensing itself for the first time.