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I'm going through my poems, trying to decide what to take to tonight's group. I don't have all of my poems at my disposal, but I have a few on a couple of disks here at work. I came across one title I didn't immediately recognize.

In Hiding

Twenty-five socks lay draped
on hangers, wet angels swimming
in the scent of bleach. Argentine
steam climbed toward the ceiling, vines
of vapor crawling the walls.
Catherine rinsed her hands, an ablution,

and pondered the curious prodigal sock,
luciferous cotton crouched among colors,
concealed, a lustrous seed in dry earth.

Heh. I can't bring that. If I received a poem like that for The Main, I wouldn't publish it. It doesn't say anything. I think back on it, and at that time I was paying a lot of conscious attention to rhythm, and I think that's its sole virtue. Maybe word choice, too, here and there.

I'm thinking of taking The Confessions series. Everyone else brings these long fiction excerpts; I feel I should bring something time-consuming, too. But The Confessions are not straightforward. So I can already anticipate some of the criticism I'd receive.

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