Rae Armantrout


We flex
to create coordinates.

How often in dreams
I'm making my point

some point
I've never wanted to make
before or since—

and to acquaintances
vividly called up
for the occasion.

"Picture time
as a fine mesh

of regular intervals."
But are those intervals

like bits of thread,
their intersections

or the empty squares between?
"Interval" suggests music.

I'm getting ready
for the possibility

that a rhythm
will be monotonous,


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