Posted by: birdmaddgirl | 11 March 2013

“to know it young and be a poet”

this is the part where i will not be afraid. where i sit at dinner with people who make beautiful words and pretend like i belong there. where i stand under the ugly lights in the broad claustrophobic greetingpit and stop putting on an unhungover smile. where my feet don’t even hurt from the two hour too late walk. where everyone says why and means it. where my friend says i did something wonderful and i can believe it. where i do not shake hands with a famous man because i am impatient and timid. this is the part where i know that i can’t be anything else.

and so study and write and say something lengthy about chilean and mapuche poets.
and so think and write and speak and spin poems.
and so say yes.
and so finally yes i can’t be anything else.

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