National Poetry Month Day 11: Natalie Shapero
Finally, Some Concrete Career Advice
Don’t be an actor. God observes you
violent in a scene and, thinking it is real, mistakenly
adds you to Hell. This happens all the time.
It’s like when I traveled
across eight states in shattering
pain to curl beside S as she left this Earth, only to later
have a dream I’d instead stayed home
eating fruit cups and sewing a patch on my jeans.
I didn’t know a dream
could undo a true event, uncement it,
but it did—from then on, I hadn’t gone, and how
do I live with myself now, I ask each day—
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