Tuesday, September 20, 2016

dear anne

her poetry,
which I like, is raw
and bloody,
though aged over
40 odd years,
me me me.
the imprint
of forks
and knives still
in the meat. but
i read in her bio,
how she
poured over
dictionaries
a thesaurus,
mythology,
to find just the right
word,
or metaphor,
just the right phrase
and
length of line
to finish it.
to make it whole
or unwhole
on the printed page.
I say cut, cut deep and go.
let it bleed,
let it lay where
it falls
to the floor
and be.