M E L N I C H O L S
____________________________NOTES FROM THE FOREST
more is lost than the literal forest
valley girl talk in a poem
ha let us become the
enemies of style the wind came up
and then it was no longer possible to tell
what was something a lie and what was
something the wind there's your chicken
and egg again do not externalize
suffering by putting it to art in the space of a page
I've seen this pun on sentence before you
know it was in the trouble with truth
a trap a structure in language an interlude
malleable nature of place/space
it was on fire we wanted to crawl inside
will always wonder what it was that I
didn't quite hear whispered into my ear because
most of us don't know what goes on inside
a lock it is sometimes effective at keeping
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