Poetry is not mortal,
He said. Gregory in 1971.
It knows the feel of your face
even before you touch it.
And it feels the face of your
knowledge, too. Pamela,
next door, 1972.
1975, Robert has a Polaroid
camera. It tells him
secrets in 60 seconds.
To a secret, 60 seconds
doesn't top off a minute.
And that (Angie Lee Kay,
1978) is the secret to poetry.
Our poems are in our bodies,
we know this with our eyes
closed. We know this without
thinking. Regina and Albert,
1977, 1977. Transvestite
siamese man and woman,
1977. We are still here,
all of us. We are young,
look, and we are all still
ready yet to walk from
real life into a poem.
California is the reason
we stay awake at night,
knowing that the least blink
powers it. Claudio, forever,
in heaven.
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