Questions
What if love and poetry were the same thing?
Would you ever be able to say you were done?
Say . . . that’s enough already?
Would you repeat the same poems
like those small white lies . . .
That was great, no really, Honey,
I just loved every inch of it.
Or would you hem and haw, suggest, yes,
there were some great moments . . . good times, but . . .
Do good things come in 3s? Like the bad?
Are the good and dismal linked
in an endless dance?
What is the shadow of sex? Poetry?
What is good in your opinion? Or great?
Define the ideal poem. Or romance.
Then define your ideal poem,
or is there a difference?
What is your best first line? And last?
Who is your critic? Do you believe what he says?
Or she?
Do you know her name? Her every disguise?
— NA