interviews are like forced confessions
I would have said to you in an enchanted wood
had I been a friend nor just a distant reader
how do you endure them
how do you evade
confessing anything at all
in a private language
how to assuage the grief they may have
your interlocutors
that you may not think what they think
about the way you think or that you may not
think but only in fragmented dreamed up telegrams
that they resist your being a starlit kite
and tug with every motion of their mouths
to bring you down to earth where you can confirm
what they already decided you mean anyway so why ask
where you barely lived anyway perhaps they think
when it comes down to it, but this is their job
to ferret it out; politely and with strange respect
build cloud on cloud and then disappear
for a thousand years.
finding the village different when you return.
you can be sure they will still be asking you
the same questions.
mary angela douglas 13 april 2023
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