Dear CA …
To have friends you can trust with your own creations
would be, could be, will be, is gonna be—
What does it mean to live poetry?
What is the price we pay to be a poet?
We love, we suffer, we die, we cry
This seems a high price to extract
for the privilege of creating
What lessons are we learning in everyday everything?
Have we become so habituated to the habitual
that we are unable to see
the soma in the somatic?