Our Collective Definition

Now that I think of it, No Tobacco, a poem that is a story that is a poem, fits nicely within the style or genre known as Magical Realism. What happens in it is to me, though, an everyday reality, because reality, while impossible to define, is a magical experience. When I say impossible, I mean it’s impossible for me, no doubt in part because I don’t need or want to define it. Our generally accepted collective definition is narrow enough in any case, because we think it gives us license to squash bugs and human beings as if they aren’t real. That sounds more like a nightmare to me.

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