2020-10-18 06:56

San Francisco Note 11

(August 2002)


“Poetry is never Compromise.”
Where was she when she wrote this?

I wear a borrowed sweater and drink
borrowed wine. I write at a borrowed

desk with a borrowed pen. The paper
is my own. But I even borrowed these

words. Will she want them back? “Be
very concentrate,” said my Russian

violin teacher. Be very concentrate.
I will borrow her as well and lend

it all to you. I was here when I
wrote this. Where were you?


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