Last night, late, late
I wrote a new poem.
It is about you.
I don't know if it is about
you. It is always about you.
I wrote a new poem be
cause Ashlie is reading all
new poems and I wanted some
thing new, like you, are all
ways new. And I want to wait
and read it aloud and let the
words reign and the mares
whinny and The Whole Gallery
inhale each c and o and carry
the words around forever.
So I wrote to you.
Again.
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You said it, sister!
On the night of this event, Ashlie and i went up and read together. Just before we went out, she said that she really like my poem. But that actually everything she was going to read that night was old work, not new work.
That is the kind of host Ashlie can be. I felt even stronger.
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