The Novelist

You can’t help but wonder
, why is she so serious while listening,
gathering that she’s taken a thread of news
and stitched together a novel
 – please note the overburdened metaphor – 
but then perhaps you could
help it, and wonder
if you would rather burn out your eyes
than be
so sincere
as to “weave” or “intermingle” or
even – even
 – ”wrangle”
when describing your
novel
on National Public Radio
, your host so sincere
 – more so even than the stitch in your heart – 
quiet, like a memory of
a dream of a host,
 – please note the overburdened use of italics – 
her knowledge
of the woman overcoming the stage
as if a curtain fell onto and
over and beyond the scene
, everything behind it
dressing
, dressed, but nothing
real, nothing but
this revealed.