isn’t a place to let myself get defeatist.

It’s a space where I can be curious about why I worry

I’ll never be true enough.

Which is what I do all the time now,

now that I’m 45 going on 300.

I don’t want to engage with language

and its minion silence in profound ways that’ll

help define for me a sense of being beyond being.

In fact, I have yet to learn how to knit,

so, maybe I should try that first.