YOU ASK WHY I WRITE ABOUT DEATH AND POETRY
There’s entirety in eternity,
and in the pearly gates—the pages relate.
I fall prey to
poetry,
have hated
death.
You know, I’ve never understood reality,
then try to relay it—tearily, irately—
and I’m a liar yet.
But when I write about death and poetry,
it’s donated therapy
where I converse with
Emily Dickinson, my inky misled icon.
And when my dream songs are demon’s rags,
I dust my manuscript in a manic spurt
hoping the reader will reread
because I want the world
to pray for poets as we are only a story of paper.
—Kelli Agodon
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Previously published in 32 Poems