I must do this.
because I was chosen
or because I chose it
or because there is no difference
between the two views.
I imagine someone finding my notebooks
and stamping me into history
as the next Emily Dickinson.
I also imagine maintenance workers
scooping the greatest product of
my entire life into trash bags.
Either way, two views (and many words)
will eventually disintegrate.
So why do this? Why continue?
was I chosen? Did I just choose this?
did ‘Leaves of Grass’ fall on my infant head?
did I choke on alphabet soup at some point?
Is Sesame Street to blame?
or my high school English teacher?
Form and Meter
are putty in my hands
(maybe silly putty?)
Two Views again.