I’m not a cut-up, grandfather
I’m Water in the town of
I’m Bowling no
recruiting for an accounting firm
outside (outside!) the sun actually
I’m reading poems and when
I finish I will eliminate everyone
just to say hello to write names
Reason’s Bridges So Literal
but hey, I dropped by
the trees were down all over
who’s following art whose
moon is a cold day stolen
to lose my voice the wind
has been whipping (whipping!)
this poem is dedicated to
this mug that hasn’t seen its
day in two point five years
today I feel cheesy and fake
but he snores, too
I’m Charlotte
I’m Winsome in the stucco sheets
I’ve got five more candidates
I’m gonna take off my jacket and tie
and walk around downtown
