These are cheater poems, rewritten/rethought/shuffled from other poems. Because? So much writing for these last few weeks of school. It'll all be over by May 17th, still have half a book for Lit, two more exams, three papers, and one film review. And if there is time the Diversity Club is having a Drag Social Saturday on campus! And, and, for that oh yes, today: goldfinch dining on dandelions in the lawn, so much gold.
During the copy process
when pixels replicate page to glass
to page – one meditates –
counts the fan flutter of paper
like heartbeats, enjoys the slow shuffle
from tray to tray.
A system of clone-age, original
to replica; the knowledge
that even god can’t do this.
Waiting for Bardot
to bring full garden; call forth fruit;
get a calf to weaning.
Why does this mirror
take so long to grant curves?
smiles. busy busy spring all around! Enjoy.
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