by Marianne Monaco
You say to yourself you want to write
to distill your experience into words on a page—
concise and essential.
You want to use words as a lens for clearer vision
And you do.
But then you roll the words on your tongue
and you savor the taste.
And you hope that you won’t love
the words too much.
And you hope you won’t crave experience
just to be able to write about it.
First published in Woodnotes #17, Summer 1993, page 31.
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