I have always been like this

An old poem, a familiar crosshair

I have always been like this. After a row with Henri Cole in 2005 (because my two precious weeks with him at the New York State Summer Writer’s Institute were spent writing dumb sonnets and they wouldn’t let me into Bidart’s workshop which would have been a thousand times more useful,) a young 20 year old Dani wrote this poem, which I think stands up, even still, fifteen-odd years later.

Anyway, there’s no better place to put this than here. Or maybe I should have kept it hidden away, folded in an old, forgotten folder on an even older hard drive.