Now that I’ve finally finished that memoir
of that particular pain and joy, along with
old and new books of poems confronting the same —
I contemplate the memoir to follow, the one
to delve deeper, to tell what came next, to
split the world open all over again …
or maybe I’ll just go watch telly.
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