I have been eating poetry.

Poetry is, first and last, language - the rest is filler.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

In a field I am the absence of field.That is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the space where my body has been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.

Poetry is something that happens in universities, in creative writing programs or in English departments.

I have been eating poetry.