Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All

I Was At A Benefit For Some Imprisoned Students In The '60s At San Francisco State, And There Were Lots Of Poets Reading For The Benefit: One Was Elizabeth Bishop.

As Humans We Look At Things And Think About What We've Looked At. We Treasure It In A Kind Of Private Art Gallery.

As If Hands Were Enough To Hold An Avalanche Off.

I Haven't Written Anything In Four Years. I'm Sort Of Dried Up.

I Don't Know How To Sit Outside Myself And Test Against A Hypothetical Self Who Stayed Home.