Yesterday a neighbor, writing now herself,
asked me to explain where the people
come from in my poems.
Everywhere. They are always
in the supermarket,
in every place you visit.
On the subway
on the bus in the park always people.
I go where people are, and try to write
them down: what they look like what they say
what they don’t. I imagine their past,
their partners, their jobs,
their complicated love lives.
A college teacher Austere Claeyssens
gave us this advice:
Find someone. Follow them.
And just write everything down.