Poems can bilocate. That is something that is fascinating to me this early in the morning. Yes, I know it’s just past nine, but these things are relative. The humidity and pollen in the air combine to sap my energy.
But what I also meant to say is this: my new poems, the ones that I am creating now, go over to a night kitchen and will likely not be found on this blog.
There’s a new one now. Go see.