I have no idea where this year seems to have gone. The semester is flying by at work. I am trying to keep my head above water, and my mind and body relaxed. I’m fighting my way into relaxing. It’s been counterproductive, yet I continue to do it. One way this manifests itself is through reading and writing poetry. After seeing Nick Flynn share his work in September at Boston University, I am completely consumed with him. I laughed a bit too loudly for the room at one of his more grave descriptions of alcoholic thinking. He said from the stage, “Only in Boston would that get a laugh.” His latest book of poems is called “I Will Destroy You.” It’s immaculate. I encourage you to go get yourself a copy.
So, I’ve been inspired to post one of my old pieces by my reading of his work, and others too. I don’t know if any of it is good and for some strange reason, I don’t care. …and I really care about things.
This poem is another “oldie but goodie” that I revised a bit. I wrote it in high school or college. Mostly just trying to play around with rhythm. I don’t have any, so it is more than likely the poem does not either. Through words, my goal was to convey the strange flashes of memories and moments of a hospital stay at age 5. Time is a slippery thing, it goes by fast yet slow. Consciousness of the moment, too, comes and goes. Hopefully, I captured that. here in this poem, which was at one time called “Front Clasp.”
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