Every use becomes a metaphor
for using. Every metaphor for using
becomes a reason for using, a link in the chain
that has evolved as a chain of pure thought,
a chain that fattens or shrinks as a thought
may fatten or shrink in any given moment, untouched
as it goes in the grove of the mind. Each tree
makes way for the next while managing
to feed itself fully on the light. Wait.
Were we speaking of metal or wood
just now? Am I lost?
The goal, after all:
The word Manhattan
is a woman wishing so much
that no one will give her any;
and, for added irony,
the general’s home address. Reorient.
As he would say, Recast necessary but unsavory
violations of logic, not
see what is possible, but
see what is possible
Seen through, his language-environments
have grown greedy, speak
as birthright. Right. Ask:
Was your grandfather in the war?
Does your dad work at the lab?
Why are you writing about this, again?
Sara Sams is a poet, essayist & literary translator from Oak Ridge, TN. She earned a B.A. in English from Davidson College and an M.F.A. in Poetry from Arizona State University. She has taught ESL in Granada, Spain & creative writing at the National University of Singapore. She currently teaches composition for second language learners at ASU.