I misuse the ground, a poem circa fall 1996

I always picture
myself running out,
not in.

I misuse the ground
desperately pulling
my toes away
from touching …
Escaping from what
could dry,
cementing my feet
in an unwanted place.
That’s for
gargoyles and
Moliere.

There’s never
anywhere to hide
in a field this size,
not enough trees
or holes.

I misuse the ground.

– Jeremy Isaac Witteveen
(written while studying in France circa 1996)

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