Present Continuous. . .
Present Continuous for Future Arrangement
On My Plans for February 12, 2003
I am writing about the smell of strawberries,
recalling maps dotted with multicolored pegs.
I am writing about the best methods for washing lettuce,
thinking about fragility and yielding flesh.
I am writing about garbage day
holding up what we keep and what we throw out.
I am writing about the strangeness of human bodies,
understanding nakedness and humanity.
I am writing about the cold coming through my double panes
grasping physics and security.
I am writing about my visible breath
listening for the coming spring and what we take for granted.
I am writing about my sister’s thickening waist,
weighing hopelessness and human striving.
I am writing about home
walking through a city park and considering the cold winter ground
I am writing about scapegoats
I am writing about love; I am writing about death
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published in Anamesa, The Culture Issue, Fall 2003