The American Poetry Review

FOUR POEMS

The Score

Sometimes I feel like I’m writing the score
for a film that doesn’t yet exist,

but everything that will happen
in the film will happen to me.

Is this what they call plot? This daily
picking up of the same things—

glasses, coffee cup, pen, book, keys—
and setting them back down again?

Narrative has always troubled me,so I’ll leave that to someone else

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