[How will you ever geometry grief?] by Dante Fuoco
Your sorrow lacks shape. Your rage needs a name. Even your pleasure: an unanswered thing.
[How will you ever geometry grief?]
by Dante Fuoco
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Those ending lines--that are earned because the rest of the poem is so rich with language. And the shape / look of it. It looks like a prose poem, but the line breaks feel deliberate. I haven't read his other poems from this week; that's on my to do list for today :)
This poem does so much to me, and so novel in its How--shape within a shape, an obituary of sorts but with sunlight. And all the novel nouns-turned-verbs keeps things moving moving to the possibilities. I mean, to me, sometimes it's just directional, you don't always have to touch to touch. Love the poem. Thank you for it.