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the poetry is therapy
i mean, that’s the truth of it
and the implicit problem with that
is that there is the wrong identity to therapy
in our culture
probably our world

most of the world

anyways
it’s therapy
the words aren’t fancy
not when they’re any good

i start with something
and keep hitting it
until i get somewhere
and i keep hitting it
til it’s done

and something was solved
but it’s never particularly clear
what was solved

it’s math
it’s strange emotional math
and i dig the fuck out of it

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016

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Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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