And the other short love poem is a poem called, "Being Perfect."
And I should tell you, since you have such a large writing
program here, that one little thing, it's
sort of insignificant, but we're here.
I remember when I was a student in graduate school,
and I was studying under a Philip Booth, who's
a fine teacher, but he told me once
that I couldn't use the word, so, and use it as a transition.
So in this poem I use it twice.
Once at the end of a line, and then,
the next word at the beginning of the line.
One upsmanship, whatever you want to call it.
But don't listen for that, listen to the poem.
"Being Perfect."
Of course, only one of us can become the other and only
for a moment or so.
So go ahead, when you pass through me,
I will say your name.
If you hear mine, turn around.
We are calling back to ourselves.