To do it is to get rid of it
via the down and dirty
getting right into it, like
the mucked-up love
affair I’ve been mucking
years after I came clean
it was, is, sore befouled.


Age 50

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  1. The shape of this poem is so pure in contrast to what the problem in the poem is speaking of. It has flush
    left and right with that one line a little shorter than the others. I could take this little shape with its little finger hold and throw it in anger at the wall and watch it shatter into rock crystals just as self contained but now somehow free of the cage of the square. The more I write this poem the more it writes itself into me.

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