November 8, 2011

Poem: Details of the Woods, Richard Siken

Details of the Woods
Richard Siken

I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do.

A box made out of leaves.
What else was in the woods? A heart, closing. Nevertheless.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
I kept my mind on the moon. Cold moon, long nights moon.

From the landscape: a sense of scale.
From the dead: a sense of scale.

I turned my back on the story. A sense of superiority.
Everything casts a shadow.

Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.

Dear friends (and you know who you are, but- Joel, Jorel, Ems, G, Joan, everyone)- your concern, love, thoughts, care, listening, means the world to me and you have no idea how much I appreciate you in my life. Thank you a thousand times over.

Tomorrow will be a better day because I refuse to be cowed by life. I refuse.

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