Infinitive Interior Poem by Suzanne Buffam
Infinitive Interior
To be small among voices.
To wear the black hat.
To kneel in the shavings.
To speak of the nameless blue flowers.
To eat them.
To retreat to the torn red interior.
To have heard the low engines approaching.
To button.
To hammer.
To have. To have not.
To have sat by the sea and been rewarded with a pair of glinting wings.
To have held out for more.
To have had it.
To have held out for less.
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