Thursday, November 17, 2022

Nuts and Bolts

They say a poem is a little machine for remembering itself. These are more like nuts and bolts, in the bottom of a drawer. I might need them someday, that's what they say. I am not sure who 'they' are. I write poetry only to know who I am.

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