we sit, poem between us,
debate the power/virtue/use
of first-person & third. you seek definition,
want to hold these words closer,
know them know me.
table between us, we sit
as if on separate shores
try to gauge the river’s depth/temperature/current,
what it might take to reach the other’s shore,
prevail the eddies,
traverse the stones
without losing balance
or each other.
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Published in don’t blame the ugly mug anthology 2011