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0 Comments | Feb 01, 2015


How do you write a poem?
she asked.
It’s like going broke,
I replied—
gradually, them

Which makes sense,
at least in certain stories.
Maybe not so much
in poems.

I have had some
that came fast,
almost violently so.
And others
labored over
like childbirth.

But only rarely
is there a spate of hard work,
crushing effort,
and then a sudden rush,
like an old toothpaste tube
that’s stopped up
so that you push
only to have it all
come out at once.

Words splattered
upon the page,
and no way in hell
they’re going back
in the tube.

*Apologies to Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

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