Poem
This is a poem because
the lines break,
because I write it so,
because you read it so,
because it is surrounded
by Culler’s margins of
silence—but mostly
because everything is a poem:
be it a group of friends eyeing
a Mexican stripper,
or a bearded man remembering
his insane mother.
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