Explanation for My Poetry

I write in the Emergency Room
I write in bed
I write in the top bunk
I write in the car
I write on the plane
I write on Michigan Avenue
I write in the Art Institute
I write in the meeting rooms
I write in my king-size bed
I write on the RIPTA bus
I write on the elevator
I write on the escalator
I write on the el
& the moving walkway
I write at the gate
I write at the gas station
I write in the bath
I write on the couch
I write in the doctor's waiting room
I write in the supermarket
I write in the video store
I write in Clio's school
I write on the way home
I write on the sidewalk
I write on the street
I write on the bench as she swings
I write in the snow
I hold down the pages when the wind blows
I write in the Architecture building
I write in the Y
I write on the bleachers beside the pool
I write in the dressing-room
I write on my laptop
I write on my blog
I write in my little hard-back notebook
I write with my pen
I write with Clio's blunt pencil
I write with whatever comes to hand
I write on my hand
I write late at night
I write when I'm half asleep
I write when I'm half-awake
I write for the hell of it
I write when I can

mairead 3/2/2004 10:54:47 PM

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