spaces

"There are spaces in my love for you"

This was a line from the poem I shared in a class tonight. This class is one teacher, one other student and me. Each week we come to class having read a book of poems, talk about that book, and then share a poem we wrote in reaction to that reading. Of the above line, my teacher said it was beautiful, staring into the page in a way that made me wonder if she really meant it, but maybe she did, and my classmate said it reminded him of a good, modern, country love song. Oh gosh, what kind of poet am I? I'd post the poem here but it needs work and anyway I should be reading Orientalism, and trying to figure out what to write about it for my weekly critique in my theory class.