I show my students a manuscript
to illustrate my cut-and-paste method.
I don’t sit at a computer and go from start to end;
I jot down the thoughts and fragments as they come,
in whatever order,
and later tape the pieces in a notebook;
the next step is writing the connections
that make sense of the thing.
So I show the pages, scribblings
on scraps of envelopes, napkins, notepads,
each flapping on its cellophane-tape hinge,
surrounded by writing that clarifies,
and I realize my life is like that,
days assembled from chores, events, meetings, musings,
music, books, memories, misery,
moments of pleasure or peace.
All it needs is a narrative
so it makes sense.