Workshop
I ask the room “Have I lifted
this line from someone’s poem?”
‘The narrow avenues
of nakedness.’ I can’t remember
where I heard it or if
I wrote it myself. I hardly ever
say ‘avenues.’ I say words
like ‘streets.’ I do not wish
to offend; I will remove
the line. Unless you maybe
see something there tethering
your work to mine. It can be
the tie that binds
us together for all time.”