Wherever

by David Ignatow

Wherever I go,
into food stores,
into the john to piss
I am haunted by the poem
yet to be written,
that I may live as a poem
when I die as a man.

January 27, 2004

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *

*
*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

  • Google Ad, Single: 468×60