“Unpacking the Journey: Discover the Hidden Truths in Jacob Erin-Cilberto’s Poignant U-Haul Poem”
romance me away from this rock
moss is growing under my poetry
the ink in ebony dress
levity is the broken line in the middle
of the interstate,
but my state of mind never passes you
I just hang back, hang-dog expression
eclipsed vision
the sun is a fox chased by the hounds of cumulus
even the Beat poets would think their poems cheerful
compared to taxi driver poets who get jumped
in their cabs with random tips–
most saying “give up, the world has no exit ramp for this”
Robert Creeley has a patch over both eyes now,
Plath is dying to stay in the institution
even Sexton thinks she wants a two-car garage
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