I’ve thought about what you said,
About the economy of space within the walls of poetry.
About not using the same word
Over and over and over. Then I decided
The rules are all about fear, about control. About dread.
About the de-evaluation of poetries dollar
On the page. About the plummeting value of words used loosely.
Then as if none of that matters, I turn
And think about space. I love space.
I love to turn in space,
especially the space between sheets.
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