On What You Couldn't Have
The Consolations of Sociobiology
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Bill Knott
(to JK)
Those scars rooted me.
Stigmata stalagmite
I sat at a drive-in and
watched the stars
Through a straw while the Coke
in my lap went
Waterier and waterier. For
days on end or
Nights no end I crawled on all
fours or in
My case no fours to worship
you: Amoeba Behemoth.
—Then you explained your DNA
calls for
Meaner genes than mine and
since you are merely
So to speak its external
expression etcet
Ergo among your lovers I’ll
never be ...
Ah that movie was so faraway
the stars melting
Made my thighs icy. I see:
it’s not you
Who is not requiting me, it’s
something in you
always nice to see a poem of mine from an old book posted, so thank you . . . these days I publish all my poems online for free open access: my Collected Poems can be read at:
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Thank you sir! I am so glad it pleases you - I will try to post more in the future!
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