SELECTED POEMS

Proximate

If I declare at the outset that
my words can only approximate, 
accurate to measly decimals, 
rounded to neighborly ups 
and downs, the way I feel 
will that truly satisfy you?

I have an image of unflinching marks uncompromising ranges
bars some primate forebear 
set too high for my unmuscled arms 
that only wish, simply, simply 
to enfold you proximately.

by Eleanor Wong
from Life~Science (2010)

 

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