Monobon by Leny M. Strobel
A Morning MonoBon
for Eileen
"A poem is slippery," she says, after I asked her to define this poetic form. I like slippery things—sliding from boxes, walls, fences, the borders of a page, the edges of thoughts in my mind looking for a flight path. Slippery things that defy being fixed, contained, stabilized, theorized, frozen, stored, shelved.
I chant, dance, sing, cook.
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