Loop Poem by Rae Armantrout

Loop



Curled up in bed,
I'm young
in the old way.

•

One
continuous stroke

without lifting
the pen

as if

"stem, tendril,
stem tendril"

were the words
of a commandment.

•

My next
elliptical loops

read "Praise."

Word

deciphered

at a snail's
pace.

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Rae Armantrout

Rae Armantrout

Vallejo, California / United States
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