Spring 1984 Vol. 1 #1
Spring 1984 Vol. 1 #1
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Do you know how to workover
a poem?
I mean work it over like a
thug
beating out wrong meanings.
Or do you mean workover
like overtime?
The pay is double, triple for
straw into gold, if
you work and spin and
find and refind.
I have worked you over
in my heart
so many times
spun and respun the fabricstory of our lives
like tales of old,
or new testaments
a complex braid of
our bodies and souls.
Now it’s all one substance
so just hold me.
Or don’t.
The meaning is all the same
in the end.
What we keep
and what we throw away
all gold.