Monday, March 18, 2013

privilege is

a round plate of homemade delicacies
and the first thought
is to take a picture.

they ask
why poetry
why pursue
a dying
tedious
self-draining art
when there
are lenses 
in your hand
in the sky
when nothing is
incapturable.

i first learned
to hold a pen
ten years ago.
i've been filling
in the holes
ever since.

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