7.25.2006

Are You My Manuscript?



Over the weekend I started toying with the idea that maybe this book is almost written. I'm thinking about it. I put the poems together and let them sit for a while. I wanted to see how they would flow, answer each other, expand, contract, resist, refute.

Are you my manuscript? I asked. It doesn't know. Right now it is a stack of papers needing revision.

It is a little short and will get shorter when I start cutting out the dead parts, the problem parts. It needs two more poems ("I really want to lose three pounds.") But it's more about love than I thought it was. It isn't so unforgiving as I thought it was. Those things are me: I am less love and less forgiving. It did not filter into the work.

It is something to work on. I can feel myself needing to move on, though. It has been a dark book, a book that followed me to the point that I dreamed a man let himself into my apartment while I was sleeping and when I went to confront him, two young men burst in and held me down, wanted to—you get the idea. I woke up with a start, couldn't breathe, couldn't shake the feeling of being held down.

It is a book about being confused about who you are, and it is a book about losing love. These are things I know well.

6 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful, emotional post.

    And also that image cracked me up.

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  2. Your dreams sound very familiar to me!

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  3. Sounds too familiar! Great title: Are you my manuscript indeed?

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  4. aha--i got the Mean Girls reference! (the 3 lbs. thing)

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  5. I am not your manuscript. I am a dog.

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  6. "I just want to be your dog"

    Iggy & the Stooges

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