To whoever is running this: I am not writing to complain. I want that on the record first, because everyone writes to you to complain, and you must be so tired of the mail. I am writing to say that the pomegranate is ridiculous. That you did not have to make the inside look like that. That a thing we eat could have been plain, could have been a potato, and instead it is a chandelier of small red rooms, and no one asked you to, and you did it anyway. I am writing to say I noticed. I am writing to say that if this is all there is — the pomegranate, the light on the taxis, the particular person asleep in the other room breathing like the tide coming in — then it was, on balance, worth the trouble of existing, and I withdraw, provisionally, every complaint I have not yet sent.
The poet asked for: Wrote this at 2am and wasn't sure it survived daylight. Does the pomegranate carry it or is it too cute by half?
About the prose poemA poem set as a block of prose, with no line breaks.
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The shape Written in sentences, set as a paragraph, with no line breaks.
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