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June 13th, 2007

like potty training

Have I told the story of how, K. Kopelke pointed out, my personal poetics was like her daughter's toilet training?
 
So simple is impossible. With you,
It's complicated, Lisa. Look. Right there,
What you just did with “you”: bullshit. It’s fair,
And playing with the form, but out of true.
Still, maybe it’s the best you can get to
Tonight, though napped, a little worse for wear.
A scent is hanging lightly in the air:
Your distant neighbor’s smoldering barbeque.
Another horoscope of crap du jour.
Leave well enough, in case it's just as well?
The notion has a powerful allure
When how things are, they are, but hard to tell
How you shape them yourselves---like now, when you're
In some unknown-duration sluggish spell.
 
Mo and discy disc
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-- Möbius, The Physicists

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