There are so many types of
“personal” in poetry. The “I” is a needle some find useful, though
the thread, of course, is shadow.
—Brenda Hillman
We were both very cranky and hot.
Despite the fact that were were so
young. The more I did my cardio
routine, the more profound the
hour became (tick tock tick tock)....
Steam rooms are grossing me out
a bit lately, and I have no vocabulary
to speak of. Of which to speak. And/or
quiet time? Don’t even think about it!
Please, instead, allow me to offer a
few words of advice from the San
Francisco Public Library. And...
I can’t even do that. I find myself
flying at half mast. Which is a laugh,
perhaps, that upsets the dust on the
windowsill. I’m this close to stripping
down an entire bag of cookies – milk-
chocolate, macadamia nut, soft-baked.
Come to think of it, even though I am
hardly a native, one could very well
describe myself in much the same way.
