Ian Hatcher

and I wonder if I could love myself

When directly after all these hands repeatedly how
you didn't believe exactly what you dreamt about me .

I said I was only writing a poem we knew nothing nothing.
Not even a thing that simmers at the bottom of the pan
unready at mealtime, upon which , wait, the people ?

you have forgotten everything of what I used to be

Opening Sources is an internet poem written continuously by anonymous authors. You may click any word and alter it to whatever else you'd prefer. Your changes will appear instantly to anyone else with the site open and be visible to subsequent readers.

You are encouraged to try to "improve" the poem you found here. What this might mean is up to you.

The writing process began in April 2008. Edits are not monitored for content or logged. Once overwritten, previous versions of the poem disappear forever.

On occasions this poem is read live as a performance. In these events, the poem is projected on a screen and the audience is invited to edit the text while it is read aloud repeatedly. A loop of feedback forms as the audience takes uncertain control over its collective voice.

— Ian Hatcher / ianhatcher.net