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.