Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody?
I serve the poem, no one.
We name us and then we are lost, tamed
I choose words, more words, to cure the tameness, not the wildness
Gee whiz, it's all fucking heart-
breaking
I'll never know how to live, will you?
Alice Notley‘You are your” “Past, Present,” “
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