[A delightfully casual exploration of poetics in the light of interpersonal relationships from our banjo-uking poet in residence, Carmen Leone; enjoy!]
Often, I wonder where you are.
Sometimes, I wonder where I am.
Between the two of us,
one of us must be somewhere.
It seems to me a good poem
should come pretty damn close
to saying something that can’t be said.
The perfect poem should in fact say it.
Otherwise, what’s the point?
(This, by the way,
is a good example of a non-poem.)
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