You asked where I get my ideas, and I’d just like to say,
and this is really more of a comment than an answer,
but I’ve been thinking a lot about brain surgery lately,
and I’d give my right brain for a box for to haul
my ideas a little less than halfway across the country
so that they could be unceremoniously dumped into the Pacific,
but—and here’s the rub—that’s also the part of me
that just loves to come home to a vase of azaleas
and to drop all my coins and my keys into a dumb little dish.
Copyright © 2018 Graham Foust
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