It’s hard, when you work in poetry, to continue seeing the beauty and magic of poetry. All you see are the mirrors, hooks, and wires; the duct tape holding everything up; the spit and Kleenex it’s made of. Attempting to look past those things is fruitless. Once you have seen them, you will always see them. The trick is to find that beauty and magic in the rigging itself.

-M.

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