Days: 17, 18, 19

17: Tell me why…

Don’t

tell me why it matters

that you read this or
write that when min-
utes or years later it
won’t exist as Emily
Dickinson anymore
but a person you find
yourself living with
or sitting across from
at a table asking you
something that is a po-
em or a riddle or a met-
aphor that really means
that when I say this I
want you to know that
I meant that, but your
understanding will be
the difference between
infinity & evermore.

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18: Palindrome / Lost & Found Poem

O’Keefe

bones bleached
of desert
reminding
that
nothing ever living
is ever
                   dead
ever is living
nothing that
reminding desert
of bleached bones

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19: Poem with a hole in it


This poem

This poem has a             in it.
Actually it has several          .
It will not matter that they are there,
because you can        them in. Or if
you don’t that doesn’t matter either,
because you don’t really         about
what’s missing, or else you would be





                         instead of reading this.