I've been reading this slim collection for, I think, three or so years now, on and off, and grappled with most of the 58 poems comprising it several times along the way - it's struck a chord, meaning and objects and images and phrases slipping one into each other.
THEN WE ARE IN AGREEMENT
pick a hand it has nothing in it you can keep
my hand as long as you need it you never know
what a long day this has turned into you can say
it's only time but what isn't maybe if I asked
nicely you would represent me in court in
the future in many ways we are alike we
both have one of my hands and at least one of us
likes it I won't speak for you but am honestly
waiting in hopes that you might speak for me
make statements deny statements the vital
thing's to make a little noise
(context)
THEN WE ARE IN AGREEMENT
pick a hand it has nothing in it you can keep
my hand as long as you need it you never know
what a long day this has turned into you can say
it's only time but what isn't maybe if I asked
nicely you would represent me in court in
the future in many ways we are alike we
both have one of my hands and at least one of us
likes it I won't speak for you but am honestly
waiting in hopes that you might speak for me
make statements deny statements the vital
thing's to make a little noise
(context)
