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.


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This entry was posted by Terry Bain on Thursday, July 6th, 2006, at 10:36 pm, and was filed in Daily Poem.
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