how to read a poem

by dm gillis

you breathe and know the words are yours
but have somehow switched position upon the page
as the small audience dreams and expects at
their 
well coffeed tables

so you look up from the page and
smile looking
over the top of your glasses knowing
you look professorly but
knowing also that
professorly is not a real word just
four syllables that
fit with adhesive
somewhere on the
edge of a sonnet in which
the word love in the
second line now reads
parsnip

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