I think maybe what the poet’s
getting at has more to do
with the larynx sometimes
than the heart at least
as far as I’ve been able to tell
when I assume the position
not to say the blue mantle
of my Irish grandfather
a great sentimentalist and
talented sensualist with nine
children to my one
I think there are always at least two
or more worlds at any given point
all undergoing mitosis in the true
poet’s heart and throat.
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