With My Poems, I Finally Won Even

With My Poems, I Finally Won Even My Mother. The Longest Wooing Of My Life.

Pain Is A Forcing Sieve That Turns Me To Gruel.

Like Species, Couples Die Out Or Evolve.

I Have No Connections Here; Only Gusty Collisions, Rootless Seedlings Forced Into Bloom, That Collapse. ... I Am The Visiting Poet: A Real Unicorn, A Wind-up Plush Dodo, A Wax Museum Of The Movement. People Want To Push The Buttons And See Me Glow.

Where I Came From, The Nights I Had Wandered And Survived Scared Them, And Where I Would Go They Never Imagined.