I Am Kind Of A Curmudgeonly Person,

Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself Behind, To Enter Into Poverty.

No One Will Ever Make Necessity Not Happen.

Do You Remember When They Taught Cursive In Schools? I Think They Don't Anymore. But I Still Enjoy It - Just The Physical Act And All The - The Whole Business Of Making A Thing Out Of Language.

There Are Different Gradations Of Personhood In Different Poems. Some Of Them Seem Far Away From Me And Some Up Close, And The Up-close Ones Generally Don't Say What I Want Them To Say. And That's True Of The Persona In The Poem Who's Lamenting This As A Fact Of A Certain Stage Of Life. But It's Also True Of Me As Me.

What Makes Life Life And Not A Simple Story? Jagged Bits Moving Never Still, All Along The Wall.