poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Friday, November 16, 2012

Paragraph about Gestures

I don't need to be a good poet; you are enough of a good poet for both of us. I am such a big, sleepy, sloppy fish. I can't help you. I have only one idea: if you watch the birds long enough, you might be able to change the direction of your pilgrimage. If you watch the stars long enough...like I said, only one idea: to change. In your poems there is no room for anything that refuses to fly. At the very end, we discuss the merits of embarrassment. There was a woman at the reading sitting in front of me, farting. She was bent forward, my husband gestured and rolled his eyes. Her farts surrounded us, like a sacred poetic hideousness. In the very beginning, everyone said: "The poet is late!" And then you came in, and you drank water, and you said, "This is water. So I'm not like James Dickey."

Sunday, November 11, 2012