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In 1997, I was apparently a surrealist poet.

This is another of the poems that Kathryn Medland printed out to share with her wedding party. It was my biggest artistic honor to be there, like placemats, sitting at random table-settings. To be commingled and cojoined with the work of e.e. cummings.

I guess I was a surrealist poet

The ennui of 26 years and a little bit of voyeurism? Maybe of longing?

I don't remember the impetus or reason for this poem. If I can remember why, I will share it here.

Not by me but by Kathryn Medland, Mike Crow, and Mark Harrison back in 1996

I guess I used to romanticize smoking French cigarettes.

©1996 Kathryn Medland

This was inspired by Anne Sexton "I Remember"