To write

by Christos Polydorou

I used that word
a lot
tonight; each

time I did
I felt the spirit
electric.


Immortality
is the secret
we keep,

wrote Emily Dickinson,
and that was
how she overtook Death,

she dazzled Death
with
her words.

Sweet Emily,
do you know how often
in my writer’s solitude

do I imagine you,
and, dare I double dare,
channel you?

I wrote
this poem
on my phone.

Outside,
more rain,
and the neighbourhood fox

squealing
and then
no longer squealing.

More rain.

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