I’m not like other poets.
I rarely sweat blood
Over a line, le mot juste,
Any given verse of mine.
I don’t give readings.
I don’t really write.
I am a compositor.
Compositors set type.
There’s one poem I’m revising,
Been revising all my life.
I’ve been told it’s self-harming,
Its knife-handle is a knife.
It’s this poem and all of mine,
Every cutting, cast, and peel,
Every hope I’m composting,
Decomposing the divine.
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