It was reading Joy Harjo's Indian poems that was to be my homeopathic cure for too much poetry -- more poetry. And it was reading them that was my allopathic cure -- not enough poetry? Read more poetry.
But it was while reading Joy Harjo's Indian poems that I felt that poetry didn't exist.
And the well of truth & sadness was so deep & dark that I couldn't even cry about it.
"I am tired of you existing and then not existing," I'd say only to myself.
"I'm tired of your face rearranging and your voice disappearing. Why won't you just sit here and let me look at you until the memory of your face is all I need to see you for real?"
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