THE PROBLEM WITH PRONOUNS
All the bodies, one by one, the measure. Says Robert Creeley. Composite, containing simples, as surely as words are pleasure. The door, the white door, all the doors. To the small range of wavelengths called the visible world. We’ve attached names. So I could speak to you. Now something in the middle has separated. The word “I” sits on my shoulders. Ready for carnage.
Copyright Rosmarie Waldrop 2013