Notes
Notes

Orange spray paint on the sidewalk:
OB OB OB OB
notes for construction

The people walking
as though the letters are
not underneath their feet

not crying out



Sometimes against my will I write a poem
It is terrible, like making a painting



Scrambling to be seen



(in class, after the bike ride)

Pumping the pedals
‘pumping the pedals’

Living in my head
living in a notebook



Obviously writing is communicating
in the sense that before it was in and now it is out

That is all I know



Still, there are the unknown notebooks

New Haven
,
Nov 2019