Droning speech floats across
the table to the pane
and back again, swimming
past shelves and shelves of books
about reading.
Fingers peck letters -- up
and down and down and right,
left-up, and diagon-
al, filling emails and
essays and notes.
"We've got assonance," he
says. "Shape, shade, shirt," he ex-
plains why and how Pinsky
described his button-up
with Koreans.
He chuckles at cuteness
while I scribble about
learning about writing
on the back of my per-
fected poems quiz.
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