...is a horrible way to start any sentence. alas. here's a poem:
I like this poem
(because)
I want to email it to you.
It seems i read
Unable to speak.
Full of holes
An editorial choice has left big chunks open
Put brackets where they couldn't find words
Or, some intern at the printing press
Unpaid, overworked,
Fell asleep on the keyboard.
I am reading it,
In translation,
Wanting to email you.
Something greek, english, printed, spoken,
zeros, ones,
old, new, then, now,
Sad papyrus,
a terrible font.
There are blank spaces on the page,
but none quite parce
What I am trying to.
It occurs to me,
I think I am looking for the word the worm ate.
I am looking for the fiber, and the old script,
and the hand of the genius that wrote it.
What i want to send you
Is some type of singular beauty
Some wholeness,
Some force acting on the mind
Felt in the body
And the euphoria of being the first to ever write it down.
But that is the word the worm ate.