I have a goddaughter named Natalie. She’s going to be twelve. My gift to her has been to write a poem on her birthday. Her birthday is coming up so I’ve been working on the new poem. I haven’t written her a poem that I’m proud of yet, but I think they’re getting better. My first poems to her were poetic. I was trying too hard to be clever or smart. I’m not interested in that anymore. I’m more interested in the story than the poetics. It’s never easy writing a poem for somebody. It’s intimate, kind of gooey. It can leave a poet feeling vulnerable. I wonder if she appreciates it, or feels equally gooey. I should probably ask her.
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