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1,000.
I had an idea for a sort of seminar, you see
how to write 1,000 poems and only hate about half or something on those lines but then I checked the mail
and my thoughts turned very immediate the way they do sometimes – circles and signatures and sealed and it was off,
ballot in the kangaroo pocket of my red sweatshirt cradled like a child of equal hope and despair mixed (don’t think of Astyanax, don’t dash your dreams before you even sleep)
the more it matters, what you carry the more everyone around turns subtly menacing, even the signs especially the signs, and the bumper stickers and the crowds around the river
navigate through, in, mask on hand sanitizer, drop box and every ounce of manifesting my cynical soul possesses dropped down in it.
You don’t have to tell me these odds are as long as the nights are about to be. But the stubborn and the stupid, my love, we’ve outlasted worse armies than this.
Hold onto that thought. The stubborn and the stupid can work the weirdest miracles if we just don’t think too much.
The sun is shining, anyway. It’s a good day for this work a thousand-poem day. If every word I’ve ever written goes into the well and comes out a wish, well.
I know you already know what it is.