Once, I stepped
I thought belonged
--from "Bailar o Morir"
No, nosy peeps. I don't actually have a "beach house." But what I do have is a desire for one. Combine that with a 1,000% batting average for poetic conjuration and ... I poeticize the beach house so that, someday, I will have one.
Oh, I know I will have one...
Poetry, like flamenco, is always about truth:
Flamenco contains Ten
This is writing one's reality: "...Poetry // as a way / of flesh-and-blood / living."