Here’s a wonderful poem by Rachel Zucker, witty and brave and smart and short — describing a moment in her life, a “personal statement.” What if you played with this idea, wrote a poem about your personal statement, here and now? (Add it as a comment — let’s explore together!)
I skim sadness like fat off the surface
of cooling soup. Don’t care about
metaphor but wish it would arrive
me. There’s a cool current of air
this hot day I want to ride.
I have no lover, not even my love.
I have no other, not even I.
Copyright @ 2014 by Rachel Zucker.