This poem is taken from PN Review 100, Volume 21 Number 2, November - December 1994.
Five Poems
On Originality
Poets, I want to follow them all,
out of the forest into the city
or out of the city into the forest.
The first one I throttle.
I remove his dagger
and tape it to my ankle in a shop doorway.
Then I step into the street
picking my nails.
I have a drink with a man
who loves young women.
Each line is a fresh corpse.
There is a girl with whom we make friends.
As he bends over her body
to remove the clothing
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