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The Poem Wants A Drink
Call it gray and tired. Even call it
a cliche. This poem’s lived long enough
to know exactly what it means
to say: Don’t be stingy
with the whiskey, baby.
…..Yes, the night
has been a cruel one, and this poem
could use a drink.
from Karen Glenn’s “The Poem Wants A Drink“
I love the idea that poems know who they are.
Straight talking. Tell it like it is. Hip shooting.
Maybe they have a little attitude. Maybe they are tired of being told to smile or rhyme or make sense. Maybe they want to scream, “You’ve got it all wrong!” and leave the room without feeling compelled to explain the outburst. Maybe sometimes they are what they are — a few words that sound fun or unique or lyrical or silly — and don’t have any deep meaning. Maybe sometimes they talk about God. Maybe sometimes they simply dance in mixed metaphor, or hyperbole, or punctuation. Maybe sometimes they are a rigid exercise in precise language. Maybe sometimes they toss their curls and flirt. Maybe sometimes they stare at a ladybug on a leaf or a worm on a sidewalk. Maybe sometimes they are white hot anger. Maybe sometimes they are the high road. Maybe sometimes they are scar tissue. Maybe sometimes they are grace and understanding manifest.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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