Three “Invisible String” poems (after Jim Moore)








I do not like 

polishing the tea pots.
	My face, already 
		grotesque, reflected, distorted 
	even more in their surface.



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I have nine books

borrowed from the library.
	Still, I am reading the one
		new book of poems
	I found at the thrift store.



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We don’t know

the length, the breadth,
	the width, the height,  
		and certainly not the depth 
	of our unknowing.



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