Where do you go for words? Where do you go for meaning? Sometimes meaning hides, like burning stars silenced behind the lights of the city like a child, waiting to unveil a secret entrusted to her care wanting to take hold of it, but knowing if I grasp it, it will break words flow around us like water or wind the raucous screams of crows like the faceless mouths calling for the death of the battered prize fighter one thousand joined in a single voice joined in a single, solid song but I’m afraid to venture in the dark attic & reach for them, afraid I will get lost in those words Lost at a grocery store —alone My mother, one aisle over My heart is a lemon in my mouth not sweet enough to savor nor sour enough to make me cry & what to do with this other than reject it—to spit it out I swallow
Exquisite corpse: (from the French term cadavre exquis), A method by which a collection of words or images are collectively assembled. I collected these poems as I traveled through Kansas. These poems are written collectively by Kansans at readings, open mics and workshops. The titles of each poem are the locations and dates where they were assembled. They are part of Exquisite Kansas, a collection to be published at the end of my laureateship.