Loop Poem by Rae Armantrout

Loop



Curled up in bed,
I'm young
in the old way.



One
continuous stroke

without lifting
the pen

as if

"stem, tendril,
stem tendril"

were the words
of a commandment.



My next
elliptical loops

read "Praise."

Word

deciphered

at a snail's
pace.

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Rae Armantrout

Rae Armantrout

Vallejo, California / United States
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