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Confession


03.26.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Matt Pasca’s poem By the Window appeared here in February 2012.

Confession
By Matt Pasca

This is the poem I have not wanted to write–
the vegetable drawer inch-deep in blackened
herb, the dishwasher rack that needs fixing,
the recommendation letter for a kid I am
not convinced I should recommend.

It is the line I don’t want to wait on–
the doctor’s visit I pretend not to need.
It is the fuel, too, that spins my V6
down the road, roaring
with wanderlust, set to fill all the cracks

with beauty. But there is no getting around
the triggers, long surpassed to prove my health.
So here it is–the time I say a poem will not
suffice: no wit or enjambment to split
the shell of my sadness and let it stream

out for the world to see. If I thought my poems could 
curl into your lap, I would let them. Smallness
is too big to write. Instead, I will clean
the vegetable drawer, fix the dishwasher
and write the letter of recommendation

I know everybody needs.



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