When this poem appeared at Poets.org, Jason Bayani said of it:
"There was a point where I started to question what I was doing as a poet and if my voice was even needed, which I think was a necessary question for me to explore. But for a while, I didn’t write because that question made me uncomfortable and I tend to avoid discomfort. I don’t know if this poem is me facing that; maybe it’s a beginning, a negotiation of some kind, a way to find my way back to the table, or a way to understand my poetics inside of a world in collapse."
Have you been there? Have you felt that? I have, and I so appreciate the kinship of a fellow writer who admits that we sometimes need to find our way back to the table.
Someday, Again
by Jason Bayani
I’m waiting for the words to catch up to my heart which is
elliptical at the moment there’s an apology
even I am expecting to bore out of my throat
but what for what for
I am continuing to write in a font that displeasures me
everything shifts so rapidly
my body the environment my body the environment
why not return to something as aggressively unspectacular as arial
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(Read the rest here.)
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The lovely and talented Michelle Kogan is the gracious hostess this week for the Poetry Friday round-up.
