Test Driving Other People's Poems or Becoming Someone Else's Noun
Last night I tried climbing into another poet's poems with the idea of taking them for a text drive. How do they Feel?
I kicked the tires to see if any lines fell off. I put myself in the place of the people or things [in the poems]. I became a number of different nouns. How did being a Birch tree make me feel in these circumstances? I need to do this exercise more often.*