In The Planck Epoch A Woman's Voice

The desire to steal apples returns. Sentence fragments are suggestive, full of allure, like commercials (for finished poems?). Grammar cops obscure God.

All writing is excavation, linear, though not necessarily in a horizontal way. Writing cannot reveal (dispel? dissolve?) illusions of time and space. It did not exist in the Planck epoch.

A woman's voice, assuring. Sentences from the nineteenth century presumed a level of attentiveness and luxury, at least in terms of time. All writing is commodity, but all speech is not.

Write and wrong. Write wrong. Write wrongs.

Ignore trivial exercises and never play with words alone. "How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" It's hard to build a poem like this, the way it's hard to build a stone wall from scratch.

We all laughed when he confessed that he had stolen apples from the neighbor's orchard because we all hated the neighbor. Cannot write "apples" without thinking of her. Don't presume you know you have no idea.

So the couplet unclasps at last. And a low roll of thunder that beckons becomes her.