'life
is
a poem
.'
'is it?'
she asks,
'what is life, what is poetry;
questions, answers,
things intangible, those things that
can't be put into words but somehow they are
anyways.
could you fit eighty or eighteen years
(or eighteen months)
onto paper?
could you?
life, death, and maybe the afterlife
if you believe in that sort of thing
every memory, feeling, situation gone wrong,
thing
into a poem.'
'you could.
but could you?'