Eric Anderson On the Plains of Hello

It takes a certain kind of person

to carry a knife into the woods.

May not April not that she cared

to carve her name in it.

Here the woods stand for suffering.

The knife is of course suffering.

Entering is another introduction

an opening a reoccurring thing.

It takes a certain uncertainty

to want to exclude a name.

How easy to lose track

with such a cut such as this cut

growing and green and growing

as each evening is pierced by years

of I'm coming back.

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