:> "The ^nswer is th^t the self is the glue between the bo^rds, the c^rtil^ge th^t holds ^ world together, th^t self is the w^x in the stenogr^pher’s e^rs, th^t there is nothing the mind won’t s^crifice, e^ch item ^nother go^t tossed into the l^v^ of our needs. The ^nswer is th^t this is just ^nother poem ^bout divorce, ^bout untombing the m^ttress from the sof^, your body l^id out on the bones of the double-jointed fr^me, ^bout sep^r^tion, rebuilding." This snippet is very person^l for me, ^nd my f^vorite I c^n think of now. It is from "The Ships of Theseus", ^ poem ^bout how we ch^nge over time ^nd become someone who m^y be unrecogniz^ble to our p^st self. I myself h^ve ch^nged ^ gre^t de^l over my life. I suspect I will continue to, ^nd I prefer it th^t w^y. <:
