Poem found here: American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin More about the Poet: Terrance Hayes I remember reading parts of this collection at my friend's house. I haven't read much of him, but knew he was really good. You don't get a National Book Award for nothing, right. I've been hitting a rough patch with poetry as life cuts in: full-time job, bills, responsibilities. It seems I just don't make the time. And in a weird segway, this poem plays with grandeur things like Time, parallel worlds, and gods. Also, unfortunately, I don't know anything about Dr. Who. I should though, shouldn't I? Does this matter in the context of the poem when, in an instant, the speaker says, "In a parallel world where all Dr. Who's / Are black [...]" changes the race of the entire history of things but are still recognizable or a "parallel world." Note, not opposite. Parallel means just slight changes to the norm -- deviance is more of...
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