San Francisco Note 11
“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?