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
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Sometimes against my will I write a poem
It is terrible, like making a painting
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Scrambling to be seen
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(in class, after the bike ride)
Pumping the pedals
‘pumping the pedals’
Living in my head
living in a notebook
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Obviously writing is communicating
in the sense that before it was in and now it is out
That is all I know
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Still, there are the unknown notebooks
✤