January 21, 2007

On the many things I do not understand



He speaks of a passion, strange and wonderful



I think of Joanie Vollmer

I study her death beside Tupac’s and Cobain’s

I wonder at the precise size

of the hole in her forehead



I think of writing, this attempt to force others

to spend a moment with the thoughts I think every day



He tells me that he caught the literary bug at a young age



That’s good, I tell him

Better that

than for it to catch you…



—Jonathan Penton


Posted by dwaber at January 21, 2007 02:03 PM