This poem is the epigraph of my second chapbook of poems,
What I Know. I wrestled with the idea of having my own poem serve as the epigraph, but since the whole collection orbited around the idea of knowing, I decided to go for it.
What I Know
I feel so little
like myself;
don’t know
what I know.
What do you know? How do you
know what you know?
Know know know.
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