The Poet
I met a poet and now I cannot un-meet him. Which is good, because I don't want to. Un-meet him, that is. He has bookshelves filled with slim glossy volumes and he sends me lines of Ashbery in text messages which seems like a weird place for Ashbery but I don't even care.
The night I met him he quoted Bishop in my ear at 4 am on the subway when we were both drunk and too tired to speak in words of our own. And I thought then, that we would arm ourselves with poems, always, that we might shout out stanzas to each other while standing on a park bench at night when it's freezing. I guess I forgot that not everything is a war. Sometimes a thing can feel gentle and soft and good. The readiness is all.
The night I met him he quoted Bishop in my ear at 4 am on the subway when we were both drunk and too tired to speak in words of our own. And I thought then, that we would arm ourselves with poems, always, that we might shout out stanzas to each other while standing on a park bench at night when it's freezing. I guess I forgot that not everything is a war. Sometimes a thing can feel gentle and soft and good. The readiness is all.