
This morning I woke up
Laurie Anderson
only with my name
or maybe that might change
each experience dot
becomes my her
her my
a light goes out
there’s a story
something to know or not know
or be uncertain which
the tinnitus sings and
no-one else can hear her
no-one else feels exactly
this pain in hands hips back neck
sees through these glasses
over these blurred eyes
this glance this glimpse
this glare this stare
all this my Laurie Anderson
I only met Laurie Anderson a few days ago
but I’ve been her in hiding for how many years
she’s two years younger than me
my Laurie Anderson
is my age
two years older
last week I thought
words only went in lines
words were intoned
when they could be intuned
they are already sounds
they bounce off the screen
free of flat oblongness
these two dimensions or one
or less than one
I’m giving myself away
when this is the fruit
the time
people listen to me
want to hear
tell me how wonderful I am
because of what’s wrong?
now here’s the song
they didn’t ask for
now I’m my own Laurie Anderson
doing the things that we want to
Amazing Maxine. I read this when you first posted it and keep thinking about it. Like Kim I’m pleased to meet you. X
Brilliant poem Maxine. ❤️
A lovely poem Maxine and so reflective of the very considered, calming and thoughtful way of speaking that she demonstrated on the radio. X
I love this poem.
Pleased to meet you Laurie Anderson. Xx