Somewhere someone
decided this is our
month. As if all
the told slant
truths might bloom
simultaneously in a city
garden bed. Everyone’s talking
about getting wisdom
teeth pulled
today. From some non-euphoric
recall, I see nothing
poetic about it
save the prescription
for codeine
I couldn’t afford
to get filled.
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Amy, your recent work has been really throwing me for a loop.
each poem has super great parts but then another part
ruins it. often it happens at the end. I loved the above poem until I got to:
“I couldn’t afford to get filled.” that line puts me somewhere I don’t want to go in that poem. like making a cake and putting in the wrong ingredient.
or putting in too many ingredients. more is not always better.
………please don’t take this as negative as I like you a lot.
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well, i go the other way than Michael’s comment. I like the poem all the way and then the last bit just make it clicks. I like the unexpected, the contrast and that you have what to say
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Thanks, Dhyan. It is all so subjective, isn’t it?
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Sometimes disturbingly so.
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