Title poem
I would like to make a statement. Pause, between two notes. A torrent. I wrote a revision. Understate. With each new spill. The rules of the game are secret. A sentence is what annihilates me. She went in for her one-year shot, and came out fine. She made a face. Elegies are never simple. A cell that holds the body, whole. The body. Pluck the fruit of curios, astride. Water-lined. The rain down deeper than before. An excavation. Name. Rename. I chose the hardest thing.