Write What You Know

If I had known other than how a pint
of blood looks, spilled across my floor,
or the exact weight of a body pressing
against mine before I lose even the sound
of my own name —

If I had known other things, I would write
other words, or maybe not write at all.
Maybe I’d have gone in for dog-walking
or philately.

We can all be grateful for small favors.

~a.i.


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6 thoughts on “Write What You Know

    1. Huh. Interesting. Would you be able to point to the specific line(s) that were jarring to you, as you read? I am trying to get a better sense of this poem from a reader’s perspective…

      Someone else recently pointed out that how I described this piece– as “funny short poem about stamp-collecting,” among other things–in no way captured what felt salient (or disturbing) to her. Hence my curiosity.

      Thanks for reading!

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  1. It’s amazing how some experiences can stay with us to the point that it can feel like it is the only story that will come out of us forever and ever. Writing ultimately I believe is healing but there have been moments when that song Windmills of My Mind comes to mind in terms of stories that seemed to go on in an endless loop from finger to pen to paper.

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    1. “it can feel like it is the only story that will come out of us forever and ever.” Exactly. No matter how many movements, you never reach the end of the symphony.

      Didn’t know that song before. Thanks!

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