I was supposed to be taking a break but hell, all these people chattering. Chat, chat, chat….
First Li Po, talking to his friend, talking to me. Last night it was Dorianne Laux, talking to me in bed. Something she said set me off, and set me off, and set me off. I had to answer so I got up and wrote Remainder. It was dark outside which is always promising.
Conversations with the living, conversations with the dead,
the poets sound the oceans, the echoes in my head,
the future tensed within me, the lines you’ve never read,
so sit with me, break bread, come on and talk to me instead.