Because you knew
what it was like
to live in a little cage
in that life you lived
before him,
you had no wish
to hold him captive
or dictate his habits
or keep track
of every hour of his day.
You wanted freedom
to be the gravitational pull
that would keep him
in your orbit—
but it might have been
a terrible mistake
to promise you would
never interfere
or peek behind the doors
he wanted to keep closed—
because you’ve watched him
carry in the bottles
and the pipes—
and you know
he’s in there
with all the right tools
constructing his own
little cage.
I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio. My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life. My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine.
Cheers! ~DeMaris
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Classic dilemma of intimacy. How do we be close without consuming?
Classic dilemma of intimacy. How do we be close without consuming?
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