Diane Prima

Diane Prima | Poem

    I have just realized the stakes are myself
    I have no other
    ransom money, nothing to break or barter but life
    my spirit measured out, in bits, spread over
    the roulette table, I recoup what I can
    nothing else to shove under the nose of the maitre de jeu
    nothing to thrust out the window, no white flag
    this flesh all I have to offer, to make the play with
    this immediate head, what it comes up with, my move
    as we slither over this Go board, stepping always
    (we hope) between the lines

- Diane di Prima
from Revolutionary Letters

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