Undid in the Land of Undone
All the things I wanted to do and didn’t
took so long.
It was years of not doing.
You can make an allusion here to Penelope,
if you want.
See her up there in that high room undoing her art?
But enough about what she didn’t do—
was what she did. Plucking out
the thread of intimacy in the frame.
If I got to
know you that would be
—something. So let’s make a toast to the long art
We say the cake is done,
but what exactly did the cake do?
The things undid
in the land of undone call to us
in the flames. What I didn’t do took
and it wasn’t for lack of trying.