It's too bad I never wrote a sonnet sequence in the manner of Trish (about Mary H) for Jen. If I did so, it would have to be about two innocent kids wandering into a sort of Eden, or an Edenic context, and then getting booted out. Eden and plebeian human reality are a macabre juxtaposition. What's in Equations and The Symbolist Book (Answered Prayers), and in the new sonnets (Something Solid), will have to suffice. If I was ever in a place to do a riff on Paradise Lost, it may now be much too late for goodbyes. Maybe.
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