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| ***BIO*** Victoria Le is a poet, translator, exhibitionist, and editor of Fortnight Literary Press. She attended the University of Michigan and currently lives in Ann Arbor, where she is hard at work on a poetic series devoted to Nicholas Cage. |
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| by Victoria Le |
| When I think of
you, I think of slipping my hand inside my box of poems Who are all these people afraid of poetry? I’ve been so unhappy like a monk. I’m sick of hiding my love inside prayer manuals I want to take this box and shake it. I told you about that poet convention on Saturday. All that paper in starch containers. Why are all these people afraid of fucking I said fucking Uh huh that’s what I want to know. The university gave me a thousand dollar grant to say I liked Margaret Atwood. I used to have this paranoia about everybody knowing I read Andrew Marvell as if they’d never seen a naked woman before in their entire life. Then I was eighteen. Now I am great. Yesterday you sat on my couch and told me about Heine’s Book of Songs and I wanted to kiss you every time you said Blooming It was so great. I’m sick of this Dividing my love into Maybe if I promise to hate you I’ll win a Pulitzer and then what I said Honey, I said, I loved your book. I thought it was gangbusters. I’ll read it to you Buy you a milkshake and then you know what. I want to shake this book open. I want to kill the world with happiness. |
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| Mar. 2010 |
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