FIVE POEMS
Gratitude, 2001
The red strip is not a tongue or fire. I try to imagine it without
the white strip above it. Or the green blocks. What is the red strip without
anything else? Agnes said suffering is necessary for freedom from suffering. Maybe
the yellow strips are suffering. See how far away they are? Always distant but
always there. Or maybe they are language, in how we can
still see the yellow on the periphery when we look at the red in the middle. I
want to pull the yellow closer but maybe I
should push it away. What am I outside ofAgnes spoke of—standing in an auditorium without a microphone or anaudience, at a podium reading wind. And where the skin that has beenwound tightly around me my whole life, is also the thing that I’ve been
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